A floating gate a hundred zhang tall stood atop a massive Floating Island resembling a land tortoise. Dense Golden Runes could vaguely be seen upon its rust-stained bronze frame, and an ancient aura of vast desolation washed over them.
The Space Teleportation vortex at its center shimmered with dazzling light, dreamlike and illusory. One glance made it feel as though one might be sucked inside.
Before this floating gate, nearly all the surviving trial-takers from the Trial Road had gathered. Of the original nearly four hundred participants, fewer than fifty remained after decades of competition.
There might still be some trial-takers hiding elsewhere for one reason or another, never having made a move, but their number would in all likelihood not exceed ten.
Every trial-taker represented a Violet Palace Great Perfection Cultivator, yet more than half had fallen in merely decades.
Outside world, they might have held some renown in one side of a region, perhaps even serving as the patriarchs of a faction.
But here, they were merely expendable materials used to bring forth the [Destiny Dice]. Nothing more.
They had long heard of the Trial Road's brutality, yet when everyone gathered together and looked upon the few figures remaining, their hearts were still filled with a jumble of emotions.
An even crueler truth was that, once this trial ended, no more than a handful would survive. Judging from the results of past Trial Roads, there had been only three survivors at most. Its cruelty was plain to see.
"Where are those two killing stars?"
Before the floating gate, a stern-faced middle-aged cultivator asked in a deep voice.
"They're only a few hundred li from this place. They should be recuperating. Why not charge in and take their heads directly?
"We have an absolute advantage in numbers. No matter