Above the Primordial Divine Mountain, under the gaze of all, Long Yi finally knocked open the eighth gate of light!
Clang!
A heaven-shaking boom erupted, and the bell toll swept the dense clouds from the sky clean!
He had truly reached the eighth Heavenly Gate of the Dragon Gate. Looking across the entire Ancient Dragon Realm, it had been a long time since any Dragon Blood Descendant other than the True Dragon Clan had made it this far!
"Unbelievable—this is simply unbelievable! After so many years, another living being has actually reached the eighth gate."
"At this gate, one does not face any other dragon-blooded creature, but oneself—nine opponents identical to oneself!"
"I have heard of it as well. The eighth gate perfectly replicates the challenger's strength and cultivation from the previous seven gates, then creates nine identical phantoms."
"How is it possible? Fighting nine versions of oneself—how could anyone win?"
In a sense, this was absolutely an insurmountable trial. Who could defeat nine opponents with exactly the same methods and strength as themselves?
However, the Dragon Gate Heavenly Trial was ultimately dead and could only replicate nine opponents based on the strength displayed in the previous seven gates.
The only chance of victory was to conceal one's true strength throughout the first seven gates, leaving the replicated opponents lacking in some regard.
Yet the seventh gate had been a pure-blooded true dragon at the Integrated Body Late Stage. How could it be so easy to hold back one's strength and still reach the eighth gate?!
Long Yi indeed still had a true trump card that he had never used. Looking at the nine figures identical to himself, he took a deep breath.
"Nine Dragon Separation Fire Formation!"
As the words fell, a peerless formation diagram spread out beneath Long