The Tribulation Immortal's Giant Hand, Straight Through the Trial

A pale, gigantic hand reached out from the depths of the cracked earth.

Its joints were thick, and chains as thick as water vats were wrapped around them.

The chains swayed violently in the Extreme Yin Astral Winds, producing a deafening clang of metal clashing.

Chen Changqing hovered in mid-air, his longsword, which he had intended to swing, now stopped at the edge of its scabbard.

The Twelve Primordial Spirits revolved within the Sea of Consciousness, and five thousand miles of Divine Sense instantly landed on the bone claw.

This aura completely surpasses that of ordinary Heavenly Monarch.

The ultimate power it contains is even several levels higher than the Primeval Corpse King encountered before.

It seems that the Duty Ghost Immortal standing in front of Heavenly Gate Plaza has made his move.

Chen Changqing's mind shifted slightly, and he simply dispelled the protective Pure Yang Sword Qi around his body.

The five late-stage Avatars of the Late True Lord Stage also transformed into five streams of light, returning to the depths of his sleeves.

The giant hand didn't crush down directly; instead, its enormous bony fingers spread out and enveloped Chen Changqing entirely in its palm.

A violent spatial storm howled around him.

The entire Earth Vein rapidly shrank in view, and all the surrounding light and shadow turned into colorful afterimages.

After a few breaths.

The chaotic Spatial Turbulence around them suddenly subsided.

The giant skeletal hand slowly released its grip, Chen Changqing's feet once again touched the hard, flat ground.

This is a massive Floating Island suspended in the sky.

The island was surrounded by rolling black leaden clouds, and the dilapidated eaves of an ancient palace could be faintly seen in the sky above.

In the center of the island stand ten stone lotus pedestals, all made of Obsidian.

At this very moment, three heavily armored figures were already standing on three of the Stone Platforms.

Congratulations on passing the First Trial.

A loud, deep, and aged voice echoed across the entire Floating Island.

That voice belonged to the Black Armor Ghost Immortal who guarded the Heavenly Gate Palace on the White Jade Plaza.

Chen Changqing dusted off the hem of his white robe, a cold smile creeping across his face.

It really was that Duty Ghost Immortal.

I originally thought I would spend five whole days in this Minor World, constantly searching for ruins and reaping evil spirits.

It now appears that Points reach a certain threshold, the rules for the next stage will be automatically triggered.

He ignored the lingering sound from above and turned to look at the several Stone Platforms around him.

The Cultivator standing on the Stone Platform on the left was clad in dark blue heavy armor, and his body was engulfed in Extreme Yin Ghostfire.

That was Han Jue, the leading figure of the Han Family in the Central Domain.

The two people on the Stone Platform to the right are twin brothers from the Wang Family of the Central Domain, Wang Long and Wang Hu.

The three of them were all at the Absolute Peak Half-Step Heavenly Monarch Qi and Blood, and the Yama Dao Patterns on their bodies were even more concentrated than those on Qin Zhan.

Hearing the whooshing sound, the three of them turned around in unison.

"Is he Chen Changqing?"

Wang Long's face darkened, and a deep, muffled growl escaped his throat.

"His body is filled with Pure Yang Blood Qi, and he has not a trace of the Nine Netherworlds Dao Resonance of the Nine Netherworlds. He is the only living True Lord from the outside world, there's no mistake."

Wang Hu gripped the long handle of the Black Spear at his waist, pressing his knuckles tightly together.

"That idiot Qin Zhan led dozens of skilled fighters from the Chu Family to intercept him, and now his soul tablet is shattered. It seems they've all perished at the hands of this Human Race."

Han Jue's expression grew even uglier, and the Extreme Yin Ghostfire on his body swayed violently.

"A cultivator at the Late True Lord Stage level was actually able to force Qin Zhan to his death."

"Does this Quasi-Houtian Spirit Treasure flying sword truly possess such earth-shattering power?"

The three top geniuses from the Central Domain stared intently at the Immortal Execution Sword hanging at Chen Changqing's waist.

The killing intent collided in mid-air, and the surrounding air instantly became much heavier.

They had originally come for that Spirit Treasure flying sword.

It was only because the earlier struggle for other ancient cave abode had delayed their journey that Qin Zhan was able to get there first and catch up.

Unexpectedly, even after Qin Zhan crushed his trump card, the Yama Emperor Talisman, he was still killed in a counterattack.

Faced with the three men's undisguised, chilling hostility, Chen Changqing didn't even raise an eyebrow.

As long as one hasn't truly crossed the threshold of Tribulation Immortal, Half-Step Heavenly Monarch is nothing more than a string of AFK Points in his eyes.

If this place weren't a specific transit area for the assessment, suppressed by the Principle of that Duty Ghost Immortal, he wouldn't mind simply drawing his sword and killing these three on the spot to exchange for points.

Chen Changqing strode forward and walked straight to the stone lotus platform furthest from the three of them.

He flicked his robes and sat down cross-legged.

The twelve Red-Gold Primordial Spirits and Star Primordial Spirits closed their eyes and began to calm the slightly turbulent Qi and Blood within their bodies caused by the continuous bursts of energy.

[Current system AFK Points balance: 74,500,000 points.]

More than 70 million points lay quietly on the panel.

This hunt in the Ancestral Land Minor World yielded a truly rich harvest.

If we can harvest a few more prodigies or high-level remnant souls, and directly reach the threshold of one hundred million, we can try to use the Fusion Function to push several extreme Cultivation Method to a new level.

Seeing Chen Changqing close his eyes as if no one else was around, Han Jue's forehead veins throbbed a few times.

"Arrogant."

Han Jue gritted his teeth and spat out two words.

"That trash from the Outer Domain, he just stumbled upon a treasure and thinks he can just roam freely in this Yama Ancestral Land."

Wang Long sneered and raised his hand to press down on Han Jue's shoulder.

"Brother Han, there's no need to be so quick to anger."

"The First Trial round is about how fast you can clear out the weaklings, but the Second Trial is a real, hard-fought battle in the arena."

"Without a horde of corpse Corpse Baleful Qi for him to detonate, once we're on the arena, we in the Central Domain have plenty of ways to break his Sword Formation."

"The rules set by the Duty Ghost General cannot be violated. Acting without authorization at this time will result in immediate disqualification."

Han Jue took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his chest, and withdrew his attention.

The Floating Island returned to calm.

Only the black gale high above constantly lashed against the restrictive runes on the edge of the Stone Platform.

Before long, a deep, guttural whistling sound echoed from the abyss below.

The second giant skeletal hand pierced through the clouds and mist, throwing a blood-soaked woman in black onto the fourth stone lotus platform.

Zhao Feiyan of the Zhao Family in the Central Domain.

As soon as the woman landed, she gasped for breath, quickly swallowed a jet-black pill, and hurriedly began to circulate her internal energy to heal her injuries.

Immediately afterwards, the fifth and sixth figures were sent to this place by the giant skeletal hand.

Every powerful figure who sets foot on the Floating Island is a ruthless individual who has swept across a region within Minor World.

Without Points, all of these people had surpassed the 15,000-point mark.

When they saw Chen Changqing sitting upright on the Stone Platform, their reaction was exactly the same as Han Jue's.

Shock, greed, then transformed into chilling hostility.

A Human Race from the Yang Realm was able to consistently and steadily suppress this group of orthodox cultivators from the Central Domain who had been practicing the Yama Emperor Scripture childhood on the Points Leaderboard.

This is an indelible shame for all of them.

Chen Changqing ignored these strange expressions.

He didn't even open his eyelids, but just focused on regulating his breathing and circulating the "Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art".

The pale gold patterns deep within his body flowed slowly, and his Quasi-Immortal Artifact- level bones constantly absorbed and exhaled the thin, wandering baleful Sha Qi between heaven and earth.

Time slips away, bit by bit.

Two full hours have passed.

When the ninth figure landed on the ninth stone lotus platform, the entire Floating Island trembled slightly.

That was a descendant of the Sun Family from the Central Domain.

At this point, all nine stone lotus platforms had been occupied.

Of the nine people present, apart from Chen Changqing, the other eight all came from the top ten Aristocratic Clan in the Central Domain.

Of the thousands of Cultivator participated in the battle across the Thirteen Cities of the Outer Domain, including Blood Butcher, the Young Master of Rakshasa City, who was hailed as the number one genius of the Outer Domain, not a single one managed to reach this point.

Completely annihilated.

The atmosphere on the entire Floating Island was extremely oppressive.

The eight powerful figures from the Central Domain subtly huddled together, their hidden Divine Senses intertwining in mid-air.

Their sole target was Chen Changqing, who was sitting alone in the corner.

Chen Changqing remained expressionless.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the last empty core Stone Platform.

Boom!

The leaden clouds above the Floating Island suddenly tore violently apart.

Unlike the previous skeletal giant hand that grabbed and captured.

This time, a thick, pure imperial golden pillar descended directly from the sky.

Golden Light tore through the gloom that had blanketed the land for miles.

Amidst the Golden Light, a tall and slender figure descended step by step from the clouds, hands behind his back.

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, and above his head floated a jet-black Ancient Sword engraved with the Yama's Law Seals.

The aura emanating from his body clearly indicated that he had reached the true Perfection of the Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage.

The Nangong Aristocratic Clan, Nangong Tian.