White.
Boundless, pure, without any impurities, white.
All around is a piece of snow-white nothingness, up and down, left, right, front and back, everything is a vast expanse of white.
There is no sky, no earth, no reference.
He was suspended in this white void, like a rootless duckweed.
And what's even stranger is.
His Chaos Qi disappeared.
No, it didn't disappear, it was suppressed.
A special force that is invisible but too powerful to resist.
It is forcibly compressing and forcing all the Soul Power, sperm Divine Power, and the released Chaos Qi in his body back into his body!
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't release even a tiny bit of power!
The only feeling is coldness.
It was an indescribable coldness, not a real temperature change.
It's the bone-chilling chill brought by Killing Intent that surges from the depths of the soul.
The purest Aura of Slaughter is crazily invading his body.
Every intrusion caused Long Zhanye's body to tremble violently.
Every tremor made his consciousness become more blurred.
The coldness was like an invisible sharp needle, piercing every inch of his flesh and blood, every bone, and every cell.
Then it is released from his body, and the cycle goes back and forth, never ending.
Pain.
Extreme pain.
It is more painful than Hell Slaughter Arena fighting for hundreds of times, more painful than fighting Chaos Beast for life, and more painful than dragging a heavy iron rod while walking.
In this white void, Long Zhanye endured the horrific torture alone.
His consciousness began to blur.
The coldness was making his heart gradually stiffen, and his consciousness was quietly passing away as his consciousness faded away.
He felt like he was being swallowed bit by bit by this white void, melting bit by bit, and finally disappearing completely...
And at this last moment on the verge of collapse.
He got it.
He finally confirmed the legend of Slaughter City.
Yes, this is a field.
A condensed form of the purest and most extreme Aura of Slaughter - Divine Slaughter's Domain!
This field is so powerful that he who is in it is as small as an ant and as rootless as a duckweed.
Then, his consciousness completely sank into darkness.
I don't know how long has passed.
When Long Zhanye slowly woke up from the endless pain.
He felt like he had had a long, long dream.
There is killing, blood, death, and madness in the dream...
But at this moment, everything is over.
He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a golden desert.
The sun was bright and warm, shining on him, making him warm from the inside out.
The coldness and pain that once invaded his soul were gone.
Instead.
It is the feeling of comfort all over the body, the sense of fullness of the familiar Soul Power fluctuations circulating in the body, and the sense of solidity that Soul Skill has returned to.
He came out alive.
He succeeded.
Long Zhanye slowly sat up and looked at his right arm subconsciously.
Then, he froze.
There are strange white lines on Qilin Arm.
Those lines are winding and strange in shape.
It was almost exactly the same as the bat totem pattern outlined with blood that he saw on the Hell Slaughter Arena ground.
It's just that it's much smaller, and it's pure white instead of blood red.
This is...
He tried to feel the power contained in the white lines.
In an instant.
Boom!
A surging, invisible, yet powerful white light suddenly burst out from his right arm!
The light was pure white at first, then quickly spread and diluted, and finally turned into colorless!
Completely transparent, intangible, yet real--
Colorless Domain!
And the moment Colorless Domain unfolded, Long Zhanye's perception of the surrounding world immediately became completely different!
He can "feel" the temperature of every grain of sand within a radius of 100 meters.
You can "feel" every movement of Soul Power in the air, and you can "feel" the breathing and heartbeat of those feeble creatures hidden behind the dunes.
Divine Slaughter's Domain.
This is Divine Slaughter's Domain.
Long Zhanye knows that he should be happy.
One hundred Sixty-Eight days of hellish training, ninety-nine life and death fights.
Finally, in exchange for this Talent Domain, which countless strong people dream of.
He should be ecstatic, he should laugh, he should celebrate.
However, he couldn't laugh.
Just left a place like Slaughter City.
Having just broken free from the endless blood and madness, his mood was too complicated and too heavy.
More than five months of hell-like training had a huge impact on his entire mood.
Although he has been fighting hard, he has always stuck to his heart.
But at this moment, Long Zhanye's face was still as pale as paper, and there was an unconcealable evil spirit lingering between his brows.
In the depths of those once clear eyes, there still seemed to be a trace of scarlet that had not faded away.
"Do you know what Divine Slaughter's Domain does?"
The voice of Medusa suddenly sounded in Sea of Consciousness, interrupting his thoughts.
Long Zhanye's eyes flashed, and he answered almost subconsciously, "Momentum."
"That's right." Medusa said with a hint of approval in his voice, "It's just momentum."
"The momentum and pressure created by Killing Intent can prevent the opponent from exerting its full strength."
"But you can exert it to 120%. The effect of Divine Slaughter's Domain is exactly like this."
She paused and continued, "What you have now is the most basic Divine Slaughter's Domain."
"In this field, your opponent's strength will be weakened by ten percent."
"And you yourself can exert one hundred and ten percent of your power."
"As your Martial Soul grows and improves in strength, this ratio will continue to increase."
Long Zhanye listened quietly, his eyes falling on the invisible realm.
Weaken the opponent by 10% and increase yourself by 10%.
This may sound like a small change, but as a warrior who has experienced countless life and death battles.
He knew very well what this meant.
In an evenly matched battle, this ten percent difference is the distance between life and death.
He slowly stood up and looked into the distance.
The desert is endless, with rolling golden sand dunes.
The sun is blazing, the sky is high and the clouds are wide.
He is free.
Long Zhanye took a deep breath and looked at Tang San beside him who was equally tired but had bright eyes.
A real, relieved smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Rested for a while in the desert.
Long Zhanye Sit cross-legged, adjust your breathing, and let your mind completely calm down.
He slowly opened the Heavenly Eye on his forehead.
In that vertical pupil, a dense gray-white Chaos Qi was slowly flowing and surging.
Like the clouds imprisoned in Glazed Lamp.
This is a wisp of pure Chaos Qi that he absorbed while fighting that Chaos Beast in Hell Road.
Different from his own Martial Soul, Chaos Qi, this is Chaos Power from an ancient alien species in another dimension.
This Chaos Qi is more original, purer and more powerful.
Long Zhanye closed his eyes and sank into deep meditation, wanting to completely refine it and turn it into his own use.