The Unchanging Human Heart

After several hours of slaughter, the final ten thousand slots were decided.

"Everyone, go to the Supreme Altar. Those who cannot pass will be swept out of the Spirit Realm and lose their qualifications."

A vast voice rang out above the eighty battlefields. It was formed from the rules, heartless and emotionless, utterly cold, sounding beside everyone's ears.

The great battle stopped. Many golden avenues appeared in the void, bearing the survivors from each battlefield as they rushed toward the Supreme Altar.

This would also be the final trial. Success or failure would be decided in this one move.

At the same time, in the outside world, at the grand Daoist arena of Sin Province.

Many Venerables who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground opened their eyes. These were all failures, killed in the Spirit Realm. Now their spirits had returned and their physical bodies awakened.

Swish!

The ancient forbidden grand formation operated on its own. On the spot, more than seven million people vanished, leaving behind vast stretches of empty ground, instantly making the place feel spacious.

Everyone was shocked. It was actually this brutal. It had only been a little over two hours, yet the chaotic battle had already reached this point, with such enormous losses among eight million Venerables.

Outside the enormous Daoist arena, many people were waiting for news. Among them were no lack of renowned elders from various sects, and even Heavenly Deities, as well as Cult Master-level figures.

"The people from our mountain gate were actually wiped out. All of them were killed and sent back. As expected, we can't compare to the top great sects."

An old man sighed.

"Eh? Isn't that a disciple of the Demon Dragon Daoist Sect? I know that person. He's extremely powerful, yet he was actually beheaded