The Dominator Turned the Trial into an Event Again

Thump.

On the Inverted Battlefield beyond the Bronze Gate, that gray-gold heart beat once.

No sound carried out.

Yet that beat was like a Formless Giant Hand, reaching past their flesh, past their Dharma Aspects, past the Abyss Barrier, and directly clutching everyone's True Spirits.

On the Crystal Plaza, the Time Texture froze simultaneously.

The Spatial Brick Seams sank downward.

One Causal Rune Point after another lit up, as though the entire plaza were responding to the heart's pulse.

Yang Yu stood before the Bronze Gate.

The Primordial Mark between his brows suddenly erupted with dazzling gray-gold light.

The light did not spread outward.

Instead, it was forcibly "awakened" from the depths of his True Spirit.

The mark broke free of the restraints of his skin and, stroke by stroke, outlined an incomparably ancient rune in the void.

The instant the rune took shape, an utterly tragic Blood-Colored Gale suddenly swept up among the endless floating God and Demon Remains behind the gate.

There were cries in the wind.

There were War Cries.

There were unwilling curses.

And there was the final trace of malice left within the bones by certain ancient beings who should have long since died completely.

The smile on Huang Yan's face gradually faded.

This man, covered in stubble and looking like a down-and-out drunkard, now had a terrifyingly sharp gaze.

He stared at the gray-gold rune before Yang Yu's brow, his voice much lower.

"The mark of a Primordial Offspring."

"No wonder you made it here in less than an Era."

"Jin gave you the last Dao Orthodoxy Pass."

Zhi Xing stood barefoot upon the crystal ground.

The Star River Ring around her wrist slowly turned, countless Stars rising and perishing within it.

She looked at the heart behind the gate, her voice soft.

"The