King of Hundred Victories Trial, Myriad Stars in Attendance, Battling Three Ancient Grand Wizardries

The Starry Sky Trial Ground—the final brutal ordeal that Ashore People had to endure.

Hundred Victories. This was not merely a simple number; it symbolized a supreme qualification.

Within that mysterious Observation Space, the gazes of countless Consciousness Bodies were fixed tightly upon it, for this concerned the rise and fall, glory and humiliation of their respective races and forces upon the future cosmic map.

Such a grand event was not something one could witness at any time. It required a particular moment of opportunity, and the beings capable of meeting the conditions to participate were undoubtedly favored children of fate, blessed by the fortune of the universe.

"The cruelest stage has arrived. Every being struggled through countless hardships and dangers before finally clawing their way ashore from that raging river of fate. Yet sadly, most of them are ultimately nothing more than green leaves setting off the red blossoms in this Starry Sky Trial Ground."

One consciousness body spoke with deep emotion. The race he belonged to had already been defeated in the previous competition, yet he had chosen to remain, a complicated trace of expectation in his eyes as he wished to witness the battles to come with his own eyes.

After all, if some force or race from his universe could advance here, the future cosmic order would surely be shattered. He needed to prepare his own race in advance.

At this moment, another consciousness body refuted him. "Though the green leaves did not reach the end, could the heights they attained truly be reached by the masses? They set off the strong, yet on this long journey, they have already left behind a brilliance that belongs to them.

"At the very least, for inherited forces and races, the strength they possess—whether in the past or present—can