It's Practically Modaozi Luo Chuan!
Suddenly, Wang Lin spat out another mouthful of scarlet blood, his face turning deathly pale, and excruciating pain shot through his meridians.
His entire body was pressed down, causing him to hunch slightly. His white hair was blasted up by the lightning, and he was about to be crushed into ashes by the Primordial Thunder Dragon spirit.
Yan Leizi's expression changed drastically outside the Thunder Pool. Just as he was about to intervene, a streak of seven-colored light outpaced his divine sense, and Luo Chuan's figure appeared in the center of the Thunder Pool without warning!
Luo Chuan remained calm and composed, his right hand flashing out like lightning, his fingertips radiating a burst of seven-colored divine light. He ignored the destructive power of the Thunder Pool and the ferocious attack of the Primordial Thunder Dragon, and firmly grasped the neck of the Thunder Dragon's gradually materializing primordial spirit!
"Roar!!"
The Primordial Thunder Dragon let out an extremely mournful cry, its massive body struggling wildly, while the source of thunder was being frantically drawn away by Luo Chuan's palm like a river bursting its banks!
Billions of bolts of lightning, the essence of lightning at the core of the Thunder Pool, and the power of lightning accumulated by the Thunder Dragon over millions of years all surged into Luo Chuan's body through his palm.
Luo Chuan's eyes shone with a seven-colored light as bright as the sun, and his aura rose steadily as he devoured the Thunder Pool treasure in an extremely tyrannical manner!
The power of the Thunder Pool weakened at a visible rate, the thousand-foot-long sea of thunder rapidly dried up, the lightning dimmed, the thunder spirits cried out in sorrow, and even the entire Earth Gate trembled slightly.
Yan Leizi stood in the void, watching this scene. His heart ached so much that his lips twitched, and his face turned pale and then red. Yet, he was too embarrassed to step forward and stop them.
The aura emanating from Luo Chuan instilled a sense of awe, even in a veteran powerhouse like him, that stemmed from the depths of his soul. Furthermore, with Immortal Lord Qingshui, he could only watch helplessly as the very source of the Thunder Pool he was guarding was being devoured.
His heart was bleeding, but he dared not speak out in anger. He could only clench his fists tightly, his eyes filled with regret and heartache.
The struggle of the Primordial Thunder Dragon spirit grew weaker and weaker, and its body shrank continuously until it was finally absorbed by Luo Chuan until only a faint strand of lightning remained.
Luo Chuan casually tossed the nearly depleted Thunder Dragon Primordial Spirit back into the depths of the Thunder Pool, then turned to look at the heavily injured Wang Lin, a meaningful smile still lingering on his lips.
"This Modaozi Luo Chuan is indeed terrifying, possessing such strength. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't have been able to subdue the Thunder Dragon's primordial spirit so easily."
"Yes... It is said that this person slaughtered countless cultivation star fields, killing millions of cultivators and destroying some cultivation stars. He was extremely brutal."
"More than that, he's practically a pure Modaozi! It's said that he even severely injured the Blood God Child, but I don't know if that's true or not!"
Seeing that the Primordial Thunder Dragon's primordial spirit had been subdued by Luo Chuan, everyone in the arena cast strange glances, unable to believe that a powerhouse of Luo Chuan's level could actually defeat the Blood God Child, who was at the mid-stage of the Sunie Realm realm.
That's clearly unbelievable.
Even the old monsters on the futons had their eyes gleaming, and their gazes toward Luo Chuan held a hint of admiration. Their Luotian Star Domain needed young cultivators like Luo Chuan!
The second trial has ended. All the cultivators present were injured, but they all passed the trial. To pass this trial unscathed was simply a pipe dream.
"Next comes the final trial of the three trials, the Heavenly Trial!"
Yan Leizi turned to look at the Zhan Family Lieyunzi, raised his hand in an inviting gesture, and said slowly, "Fellow Lieyunzi, please step onto the stage to preside."
Lieyunzi placed one hand behind his back, nodded slightly, and made a grabbing motion in the air with his right palm.
In an instant, the void in front of him cracked open like shattered ice, and a biting wind carrying an ancient and Youyuan killing aura swept out with a roar.
Lieyunzi reached into the spatial rift and pulled out a dark gold scroll, which was engraved with dense, crisscrossing knife marks and sword shadows.
As soon as it appeared in the world, the sounds of clashing swords and galloping cavalry faintly echoed between heaven and earth.
"Splash--"
The scroll was casually tossed out by Lieyunzi, and it suddenly unfurled in mid-air.
On the screen that is several feet long, there is only one word "war" engraved with strong strokes and iron hooks. The ink is as thick as solidified blood. In the gaps between the strokes, it seems that millions of soldiers are arrayed to fight.
The overwhelming and fierce killing intent pressed down on them, causing all the cultivators around to hold their breath, their minds as if they had fallen into a battlefield of carnage and bloodshed.
"It's the Zhan Family's prized War Character Calligraphy!"
One of the monks gasped in surprise.
"One of the ten supreme treasures of the Luotian Star Domain, it is said to be able to ignite the strongest battle intent in the world, but I never expected it to look like this!"
"It is said that the Zhan Family's ancestor was not originally surnamed Zhan. After obtaining this treasure and comprehending the true essence of the Dao of War, he changed his surname to Zhan and established the clan's foundation in the Luotian Star Domain!"
"To witness this treasure with my own eyes today, even if I am not destined to become an immortal, this trip has been worthwhile!"
Lieyunzi ignored the surrounding discussions, his gaze sweeping over the cultivators below, his voice calm yet heavy as a thousand pounds.
"The Gate of Heaven will be personally overseen by this old man."
Lieyunzi's cultivation had already reached the late-stage Great Perfection of the Jingnie Realm realm. With a gentle wave of his sleeve, an invisible and traceless wave of energy instantly spread out.
Those cultivators who were the first to be defeated and eliminated at the Earth Gate had no chance to resist. They were swept up by the shockwave and carried to the teleportation array in the sky. After the array flashed, everyone's figures disappeared without a trace.
In the end, only 147 cultivators remained on the field.
"This level does not require any combat; simply concentrate on the War Character Calligraphy for ten breaths."
Lieyunzi lightly tapped the character "War" on the screen with his fingertip and said indifferently, "After ten breaths, I will judge whether you are qualified."
These words filled everyone with doubt, yet no one dared to question them. Lieyunzi had cultivated in the Luotian Star Domain for tens of thousands of years, and his formidable reputation was enough to silence any cultivator.
"Zhan Konglie, you go first."
Zhan Konglie responded and stepped onto the temporarily formed bluestone platform.
The moment his gaze fell upon the word "war," he was struck as if by lightning, his eyes momentarily glazed over, and his aura subtly resonated with the killing intent emanating from the painting.
Wang Lin stared intently at him, his pupils suddenly contracting.
At the eighth breath, Zhan Konglie's spiritual consciousness actually split into two, and a ray of spiritual consciousness penetrated directly into the strokes of the word "War" like a swimming fish!
At that very moment, a barely perceptible primordial power overflowed from the scroll and flowed into Zhan Konglie's body along with that wisp of divine consciousness.
Such subtle changes, which even Yan Leizi might not be able to detect, were clearly seen by Wang Lin through his comprehension of the Heaven Defying Bead.
"The War Character Calligraphy Scroll... actually contains the power of the third step of origin!"
Wang Lin was in turmoil, his mouth was dry, and his mind was in turmoil.
Just as the tenth breath arrived, that wisp of Zhan Konglie snapped back to his senses, his body drenched in cold sweat, his face as pale as paper, as if he had just escaped from a fierce battle with thousands of troops.