Chu Qing marveled at the extraordinary prodigies of the Third Limit Martial Ancestor era.
Azure Gold Flying Snow and the other forbidden-zone creatures were inwardly aghast.
They had existed for endless years. Though their strength had been sealed away, their vision remained.
Under normal circumstances, they were invincible among those of the same rank.
What was more, they were fighting Ancient Persons.
No matter how formidable the Ancient Persons' secret inheritances were, could they possibly surpass the secret inheritances of later generations?
They had thought they could settle their opponents with ease.
Yet in the end—
The defeated side was themselves.
Failure meant death.
The forbidden-zone humans who died turned into flying ash and scattered across the platform.
Beside them, Tian Buyu tossed aside the head in his hand, his face full of wistful sighs. "Dying in a foreign land is quite good!"
"I thought I hadn't attended the gathering back then. Who would have thought that the future me would attend in place of the me from back then?"
"And I even came as a whetstone!"
"I just wonder whether the future me would die back then!"
No one spoke.
Voices echoed from the Four Directions:
The collision of past and present, a life-and-death struggle!
Kill two trial takers to return!
Kill more trial takers to gain additional rewards!
At the same time—
The trial takers on the Third Limit Martial Ancestor's side also received information from the Four Directions.
Someone said gravely, "Each person must kill two creatures from the Great Terror."
"But there aren't enough Great Terror creatures to go around."
Dongfang Weiwo, the Third Limit Martial Ancestor, smiled. "There are enough."
"Someone always has to die!"
The moment those words fell, everyone fell silent.
Yes, this was their final gathering trial.
It was said that among