Scorching Heart River.
At the entrance, several bored demigods were chatting.
"It's been so many days. Why hasn't he come out yet?"
"Could the one inside be an Eternal God?"
Several thousand demigods had entered this time, but the vast majority had failed to cross the Scorching Heart River. As time passed bit by bit, some of them grew anxious.
Twilight River and Rising Sun River were fine—the trials could be cleared quickly. Only Scorching Heart River required a great deal of time.
Even those who wanted to enter had to line up.
Among the crowd, the demigod Chen Daolin had transferred out that day wore a thoughtful expression.
On the tenth black stone pillar deep within Scorching Heart River Gorge, a black-haired young man in black armor sat with his eyes closed, his body trembling continuously as he endured the assault of the illusion. Sweat streamed down his face.
If the previous nine black stone pillars had remained within the scope of demigods—
Then the tenth belonged entirely to the level of immortal gods.
Even with Chen Daolin's terrifying soul willpower, he could only struggle bitterly within the illusion.
"No!"
"I won't lose!"
"I have to hold on! Break it!"
In the darkness.
Chen Daolin suddenly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying on a bed in a hospital ward, covered by a soft blanket. The lights in the room were dim, while the light filtering through the window proved that it was already late at night.
The occasional sound of car horns drifted in from the street, yet they seemed to come from another world far away.
Chen Daolin shifted slightly, only to discover that a pair of soft arms was wrapped around him. Pulling back the blanket, he saw a delicate and youthful little face.