The 12th Chapter

The battle zone locations for the Blood Sea trials are usually fixed to allow powerful individuals from various factions to gather smoothly.

The three unlucky souls he had killed knew the location, but their lack of strength prevented them from approaching the core battle zone—after all, in a large-scale battlefield, the weak would only become cannon fodder.

The Asura Race's power division is interesting; they categorize Golden Immortals into three tiers: ordinary, law, and origin law. I wonder which tier I belong to.

Lu Tian sorted through the intelligence in his mind.

The Asura tribes divide Golden Immortals into:

Ordinary Golden Immortal—mediocre combat power, at most leading True Immortal squads on the battlefield;

Law Golden Immortal—beings who have comprehended branch laws, with combat power potentially a hundred times that of ordinary Golden Immortals;

Origin Law Golden Immortal—powerful individuals who control origin laws like the five elements and spacetime, with combat power potentially exceeding ordinary Golden Immortals a thousand times!

With a silver glow flowing around his Cloud-Treading Boots, Lu Tian tore through space and sped off. In half a day, he arrived at the core battle zone in the northern part of the Blood Sea Continent.

As soon as he neared the majestic blood-red city, over ten thousand ferocious auras assaulted him. He removed his concealment and revealed himself. Just as he took a step, a guarding Asura stopped him.

"State your name!" The pressure of a peak Golden Immortal descended like a thunderclap.

"Lu Tian of the Wuzha Tribe, here to participate in the battle." The early Golden Immortal aura he displayed was flawless, and even his voice and appearance were identical to his avatar.

The guard tossed him a blood-red token: "Take this to the Golden Immortal Hall to verify your identity. And a reminder—" he licked his fangs, "the city is covered by a grand array, so it's best to behave yourself."

Lu Tian took the token and flew up. The management of this mixed-tribe battle zone was loose, which was exactly what he needed. In the blink of an eye, the Golden Immortal Hall, inscribed with Asura battle patterns, was right before him.

It was a seven-story pavilion. After showing his token, Lu Tian walked directly into the first floor.

The moment he crossed the threshold, a crimson blade light slashed towards him, so sharp it was suffocating!

What a domineering blade stance!

Lu Tian's pupils constricted. This blade not only tore through the void but also caused the surrounding space and time to freeze. An ordinary Golden Immortal who met this strike head-on would surely be annihilated, body and soul.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

The instant the blade edge reached him, his body dissolved like a phantom. As the afterimage was shattered, his true form reappeared a hundred miles away, his robes undisturbed.

Only now did he have the chance to examine the interior of the Golden Immortal Hall—it had been expanded by a powerful being using spatial secret techniques, transforming it into a boundless wasteland.

"Good footwork! Those spirit boots must have helped quite a bit, haven't they?"

A mocking voice sounded. A one-horned Asura elder stood there, stroking his beard.

"Wuzha Tribe... Lu Tian?

"From a small tribe, yet you possess some skill to dodge Chixin's blade." The elder's gaze held a hint of approval.

Lu Tian remained silent.

That blade had indeed exceeded his expectations; the purity of its intent had touched the realm of laws. Such combat power was enough to instantly kill a peak Golden Immortal like Crow Daoist.

"Assessment passed, you are permitted to join the alliance."

"Your early Golden Immortal cultivation is acceptable... you will serve as the deputy captain of the 18th Squad." The elder tossed him a blood-red jade slip and turned, vanishing into a stream of light.

The so-called assessment was merely a formality.

The battle zone was meant to be a meat grinder that expedited the demise of the weak. As long as Taiyi Realm experts remained, it didn't matter if the entire army was wiped out.

His divine sense swept over the jade slip:

The 18th Squad comprised eight hundred True Immortals, with one captain and one deputy captain. The captain he had never met...

The central battle zone of the Blood Sea Continent, the 18th Squad's encampment.

"Heh, an early Golden Immortal is worthy of being a deputy captain?"

Captain Moka narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Lu Tian, who had come to report, without any pretense.

Lu Tian's expression was calm, allowing the other to appraise him.

For him, it didn't matter which team he joined, as long as he could find enough enemies to replenish his origin.

"Since you're here, just behave yourself."

"There's only one rule in the squad—no infighting before the decisive battle."

Moka withdrew his gaze and added nonchalantly.

This squad was merely a community of interests; any camaraderie was a joke. After clearing out the other competitors, they would eventually turn their blades on each other.

"When does the war begin?" Lu Tian got straight to the point.

"Why the hurry? This is just the stage of clearing out the stragglers," Moka sneered. "After we deal with those smaller tribes, we'll have to face the encirclement by the Four Great Tribes."

The structure of the Blood Sea Continent became clear in Lu Tian's mind: the Four Great Tribes occupied the four cardinal directions, and their squad in the central battle zone was destined to bear the brunt of the fiercest assault.

"Prey has arrived!"

Moka suddenly perked up, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

"Detected several small tribal alliances to the southeast, with three Golden Immortals presiding." He licked his lips, his fighting spirit surging. "On the battlefield, everyone fends for themselves. Those who drag us down—"

His cold gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Lu Tian.

Lu Tian raised an eyebrow indifferently.

He knew the Asura Race's bloodthirsty nature all too well. But in his eyes, these beings were merely stepping stones on his path to cultivation.

The path of cultivation itself demanded decisive action and ruthless killing.

**

Devour!

He needed to devour more Asura to compensate for his insufficient foundation.

Disguising himself as an Asura was merely a means to facilitate his slaughter.

Therefore, those probes and provocations couldn't shake his state of mind at all.

He would devour them sooner or later anyway, so why bother with the temporary?

Just like now.

Having dedicated scouts searching and tasks assigned was far more efficient than stumbling around alone.

Moka snorted coldly, his immortal energy surging, carrying five hundred True Immortals as he flew directly towards the southeast.

Lu Tian also led three hundred True Immortals, following closely behind.

After all, the other side had three Golden Immortals; bringing these True Immortals could at least tie down one of them.

Meanwhile, ninety-six thousand miles away.

"Afiro, how are the preparations? Those scouts must have noticed the aura we leaked just now."

"Heh heh, relax."

"Don't you trust my formations yet? Three Golden Immortal squads from the Four Great Tribes met their end in there. These ordinary tribes can have at most two Golden Immortals, what's there to worry about?"

"Hmph, easy for you to say. I almost died covering for you!"

"Heh heh, I'll give you an extra twenty percent of the spoils, what more is there to complain about?"

"It's a pity we were ** all the way here, we can't go to the northern war zone anymore, so we can only try our luck here and target these ordinary Golden Immortals."

"Yeah... those Law Golden Immortals are all wealthy. If I kill a few more, the power of my formation can increase by another ten percent. What kind of benefits can these ordinary Golden Immortals offer?"

"They're here, stop blabbering and get ready to move!"

**Lu Tian, leading three hundred True Immortals, followed Captain Moka as they sped southeast.

Their speeds were similar, arriving at the mountainous region ninety-six thousand miles away, one after the other.

Crimson mountain ranges stretched and folded, their terrain complex and difficult to discern.

Lu Tian's brow twitched slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Interesting, this group seems to be fishing too?

He thought to himself but didn't voice it, merely raising his hand and releasing the three hundred True Immortals.

Moka scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, finding no anomalies. He said coldly, "Intelligence indicates they haven't left, they must be hidden within the formation."

"You think hiding will save you?"

He ordered sternly, "All listen to my command! Unleash your Dao laws to cover thirty thousand miles of mountains, bombard them all, let's see how long they can hide!"

Eight hundred True Immortals responded in unison, various Dao law lights erupting – fire, water, lightning... all poised to strike.

Lu Tian also condensed a ball of divine flame, its scorching heat burning spiderweb-like black cracks into the surrounding sky.

Moka's peripheral vision swept over the flickering flames in Lu Tian's palm, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes—standard Golden Immortal level power, no anomalies. Blood mist churned around him, and scarlet liquid spread from his feet, rapidly diffusing across the ground like living things.

As Moka roared, eight hundred and two attacks erupted simultaneously!

The mountains spanning thirty thousand miles vaporized in the torrent of Dao laws, the earth torn open with a gaping wound ten thousand miles deep. The entire mountain range instantly transformed into a bottomless abyss stretching thirty thousand miles across.

Somewhere within the abyss was particularly striking.

In the midst of the violent spiritual energy vortex, flickering formation patterns pulsed like a breath. Three Golden Immortals had ashen faces, each holding up a shimmering protective barrier.

Dying struggle. Moka sneered as he conjured a blood-colored storm, sweeping the eight hundred True Immortals through the void. In the blink of an eye, they were suspended above the three. A blood crystal spear materialized, and eight thousand scarlet spear shadows rained down like a torrential downpour!

Lu Tian simultaneously closed in on another Asura Golden Immortal, casually unleashing a palm strike. The eight hundred True Immortals formed a formation to restrain the last one, the battlefield instantly divided into three.

Moka's spear moved like a dragon, completely suppressing his opponent; the True Immortals, though retreating step by step, managed to hold their target; only Lu Tian deliberately maintained the pretense of an evenly matched fight.

The moment arrived sooner than expected.

The Golden Immortal battling Moka was struggling, his sword edge showing countless cracks, his body drenched in blood as he roared: "Bayan! If you don't act now, we'll all perish!"

Before the roar faded, an unexpected change occurred!

The Golden Immortal entangled with the True Immortals suddenly formed seals. It turned out that the roar was a feint to lure the enemy away. As the sky trembled, spiritual energy for ten thousand miles converged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. Moka immediately tore through space, intending to escape—

The sword cultivator, who had been suppressed all along, suddenly chanted an incantation, and the space within a thousand miles instantly solidified like iron. The coordination of these three Golden Immortals was seamless: Bayan, the formation master, hid in the shadows, the sword cultivator sealed their escape route, and the one who first revealed the formation master's true name was a master of illusion techniques specializing in deceiving the enemy!

He had meticulously studied the laws of space and mastered a unique secret technique for sealing the void, capable of preventing enemies from opening spatial portals to escape.

Moka realized the spatial portal was sealed and immediately activated his escape technique, intending to ascend into the sky!

This battle-hardened expert immediately judged the formation's power from the changes in heaven and earth, understanding that he had fallen into their trap!

But before his escape light could rise, a piercing roar suddenly exploded!

Roar--!

That beast-like, yet not beast-like roar, actually erupted from the throat of the Golden Immortal locked in combat with Lu Tian.

As the roar reverberated, the laws of heaven and earth completely froze!

The magical power of the eight hundred True Immortals, Moka's escape light, all froze in an instant.

A confident sneer flashed across the lips of the formation master, Bayan.

His figure suddenly rose, transforming into the pivot of heaven and earth, the master of the grand formation!

An ancient mirror appeared in his palm—it was the core formation eye of this killing array.

The mirror surface unleashed eight hundred and two deadly cold beams, instantly piercing the hearts of everyone in Lu Tian's formation!

Even Lu Tian couldn't escape the light-speed pursuit. The moment the cold beams hit his body—

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Blood arrows shot out from the bodies of eight hundred and one cultivators, but only Lu Tian's figure dissipated like ripples on water.

How is this possible?!

Bayan's pupils trembled violently. Since this move was unleashed, even Law Golden Immortals couldn't escape death. Today, it was broken by a mere Golden Immortal?

One must know that the speed of the mirror light was something even Grand Unity powerhouses couldn't match!

Just as his divine sense was frantically searching, a shattering pain suddenly came from the back of his head.

In the arc of the ancient mirror falling, Lu Tian's figure slowly solidified.

It turned out that when the mirror light appeared, Lu Tian had already escaped into the void.

The one that was hit was merely an afterimage he had left in his original position.

The remaining two cultivators hadn't recovered their senses before the mirror light pierced their brows.

The chaotic battle, which had lasted for half an hour, finally left only the black-robed youth amidst a ** mountain of corpses.

Lu Tian indifferently circulated his **, and the blood mist filling the sky transformed into a torrent of origin, surging into his meridians.

Not offering assistance was precisely to claim all these eight hundred origins for himself.