Displaying Divine Might Above the Blood River! Three Giants Gather Before Reincarnation!
The Mechanist ' "money-burning sprint" injected a powerful boost into this chaotic competition.
The crimson phantom that sped along the surface of the Blood River left a magnificent trail of ordinary iron and gold coins behind it.
It's as if it's proclaiming a truth to the entire Primordial World in the most expensive way.
Knowledge is wealth.
And wealth is power!
"Holy crap! You can do that?!"
"Did this guy rob the 'Western Paradise Bank'? That's incredibly audacious!"
"I declare that from today onwards, he is my one and only idol! This is the ultimate romance for a tech geek!"
The Live Broadcast Room exploded with comments from this unbelievable scene.
Countless players watched as the "rain of money" clattered into the Blood River, their hearts pounding, yet simultaneously feeling a strange, morbid sense of exhilaration.
The odds for the Mechanist plummeted instantly in the gambling backstage of the Old Ancestor Kunpeng.
He even surpassed Ling and Xing Tian at one point, becoming the biggest favorite to win the championship.
And above the Blood River.
The Ancestral Dragon and Xing Tian, who were engaged in a fierce battle, fell into a long silence as they watched the departing figure disappear into the distance.
"Damn it..."
Xing Tian slammed his fist hard on the edge of the stone pot, creating a huge gash, his face filled with the frustration of being intellectually crushed.
"These students are all corrupt!"
The Ancestral Dragon's enormous head slowly sank into the Blood River.
He wasn't defeated.
He was amazed by this brand-new "business model".
Burning money as fuel?
How could he, the chairman of the prestigious "Four Seas Reach" Water Transport Group, have never imagined that circulating currency could have such a use?
A brand new, bolder, and even more unethical business plan began to frantically brew in his brain, which was comparable to a Chaos computer.
"Perhaps... our company could offer a patented technology licensing service for 'currency-energy conversion'?"
The Ancestral Dragon muttered to himself, and in his enormous dragon eyes, the flame of "business opportunity" reignited.
He decided not to fight anymore.
What's the point of fighting with these poor bastards? You'd be better off going back and writing a new business plan.
The colossal body of the Ancestral Dragon silently disappeared into the depths of the Blood River, and the fury that was enough to overturn heaven and earth was thus quelled in a rather anticlimactic manner.
Without the Boss's obstruction, the Witch Clan's "Stone Pot Battleship" immediately resumed full-speed sailing.
Xing Tian, seething with anger, commanded the strong men to paddle with all their might, determined to catch up with that money-burning iron lump.
On the other side, the Dragon Clan princes who had been "flushed down the toilet" by their own fathers finally escaped the entanglement of the water ghosts after paying the price of hundreds of precious dragon scales, and swam ashore covered in dust.
Looking at the steaming, broken pot of the Witch Clan and the "Mantis" ship in the distance, which had almost turned into a small red dot, they were all so angry that their whiskers stood on end.
But when they saw Kunpeng's live stream camera gloating over them, and the world channel flooded with mocking emojis, all their anger turned into endless shame.
"Let's go! We'll take the 'internal passage'!"
Crown Prince Ao Jia gritted his teeth and led his brothers into a secluded riverside cave, disappearing from sight.
The Battle of the Blood River ended abruptly in a way that no one expected.
At this moment, they were at the very front of the track.
Ling, the Mechanist, and Xing Tian, who was seething with anger.
The three favorites, each with a distinct style, finally met at the final stop of the competition— the Six Paths of Reincarnation Tunnel.
This is the deepest part of the underworld.
Gone are the hustle and bustle and neon lights of Theme Park; only an unchanging darkness and deathly silence remain.
Six enormous, galaxy-deep black vortexes slowly rotated in the void, emanating a terrifying suction force that devoured all light, sound, and even hope.
The Way of Heaven, the Way of Humanity, Asura Path.
The Animal Path, Hungry Ghost Path, and Hell Path.
At the heart of each whirlpool lies a completely different destiny.
This is the end of all life, and the beginning of all stories.
"Where's the finish line? There's nothing there." Xing Tian, carrying his giant axe, looked around warily, his rugged face full of doubt.
The Mechanist's "Mantis" engine completely shut down the moment it arrived here.
The energy of the last Lin Shen Coin was also completely burned out.
He crawled out of the cockpit, pale-faced and with weak legs, looking completely drained.
He held onto the cold outer shell of the mecha, looking at the six chilling vortexes before him with equal bewilderment.
Ling was hidden in the shadows, his aura completely concealed, like a lifeless sculpture.
But her clear, cold eyes were fixed on the only open space in the center of the six vortexes.
There seems to be something there.
Just as all the participants who reached the finish line were confused.
A gentle, compassionate voice, yet imbued with supreme authority, echoed from the depths of the six vortexes.
"Welcome, everyone, to... the end of the cycle of reincarnation."
The figure of Empress Houtu slowly emerged from the void.
She still had that compassionate look, but now, as the "final level designer" of this competition, she possessed an added touch of absolute control befitting a game GM.
"Congratulations, you have passed all the previous tests."
Houtu's gaze swept over Ling, the Mechanist, and Xing Tian, and she nodded slightly.
"But that was just a warm-up."
"The final champion will be decided here."
She extended her jade-like finger and gently pointed to the six enormous vortexes of reincarnation.
"The final test has nothing to do with strength, skill, or speed."
"The test is your... choice."
As she finished speaking...
The six vortexes suddenly accelerated their rotation, spewing out billions of different fragments of light and shadow!
The fragments intertwined and converged in the air, eventually coalescing into six distinct paths leading to unknown destinies before the three of them!
The first path, bathed in golden light and accompanied by celestial music, leads to the realm of the immortals. Stepping onto this path allows one to ascend instantly and enjoy boundless blessings.
The second path, filled with murderous intent and boiling Battle Intent, leads to the Asura Battlefield. Stepping onto this path will grant you endless battles and glory.
The third path, Mortal World bustling, vibrant world, leads to the myriad aspects of human life. Embarking on this path allows one to experience the joys and sorrows of a mortal's existence.
The fourth path, echoing with the roars of beasts and overgrown with vegetation, leads to the Wilderness of Ten Thousand Beasts. Stepping onto this path will transform you into a beast, returning you to the most primal laws of survival.
The fifth path, with its biting winds of hunger and soaring resentment, leads to the Ghostly Path. Those who tread this path will suffer the torment of hunger and thirst for eternity.
The sixth path, a path fraught with Mountain of Knives and Sea of Fire and devastation, leads to the deepest hell. Divine Soul who tread this path will suffer eternal torment, never to be redeemed.
"The champion's reward—the lollipop representing supreme glory, and the right to ask the Dao Ancestor a question—will be placed at the end of these six paths."
"However, only one ending is real."
"The other five are all one-way tickets to true reincarnation."
The Empress Houtu's voice was calm as she announced the rules of this game, which could only be described as hopeless.
"Now, make your choice."
"Choose the right path, and you'll rise to the top in one step."
"You chose the wrong one..."
Houtu didn't say anything more, but the unspoken terror she conveyed carried more weight than any words could.
The entire Live Broadcast Room fell silent instantly.
All the audience members felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.
One in six chance.
Heaven and hell are separated by a single thought.
This is the real... ultimate challenge!