Wherever he descended upon an ancient land, fear swept through it and the powerful gave way. Among the trial-takers, perhaps no one but Ku Tuotuo, Mu Guanghan, Ouye Mo, and a handful of others dared confront him.
Even those few could only flee before a Saint King. Lin Yi, however, could kill one.
Those were two blood-soaked months. Lin Yi killed countless enemies, fighting his way through heaps of corpses.
Dong...
A bell rang across several ancient battlefields. The young powerhouses from the Starry Ancient Road breathed sighs of relief: the trial here was over.
The battlefield was drenched in blood. No one knew how many had died there over the past two months. It had been a nightmare, and surviving it was no small feat.
Though the trial-takers were about to depart, some battles had yet to end.
The Thirteen Riders of Wild and several Ancient Saints among the natives had found a Source of Dao. Together, they chanted an ancient scripture.
Ten thousand rays of Dao light and countless strands of divine radiance filled the area. It was as though the phantom of an Ancient Great Emperor had been summoned to sit there and preach.
The Source of Dao was drawn upward. It seemed to sense something and resonate with the chanting. Given enough time, someone might truly claim it.
At that final moment, Lin Yi arrived alone, long spear in hand. His cold gaze swept over them, making every heart skip a beat.
Lin Yi stood atop a hill and drew his bow. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled around him, visions rose one after another, and his surging vitality filled the sky.
Enraged, they rose with cold light in their eyes and charged him together.
Whoosh!
Lin Yi loosed an arrow that shattered the firmament. He had