On the twelfth day, a bell rang out across Fallen Saint Island. The time allotted for the trial was over.
Lu Chen changed out of his bloodstained battle robes and walked outside. His essence, energy, and spirit had reached a terrifying level; his blood surged like a raging tide, and his divine sense was condensed. He seemed like an immortal fetus.
To him, the saint domain barrier was already as flimsy as a sheet of paper. He could easily break through it and become a true Saint, but this was not the right time.
Everyone left Fallen Saint Island. Of the original four hundred and ninety participants, only around three hundred emerged safely.
The remaining hundred or so had either been slain by other participants or perished beneath the claws of the island's saint beasts.
The cruelty was plain to see, and this was merely the First Pass of the Human Race.
Many who saw the Human King, a beauty capable of toppling cities, felt that she had undergone a baptism. The regal aura surrounding her had become even more pronounced.
Yi Tiande had also changed somewhat. Purple energy swirled around him, as though he were about to merge with heaven and earth.
Whoosh!
Light flashed as Lu Chen stepped out through the void, carrying an aura of primordial wilderness, like an unsheathed Heavenly Sword.
Many shuddered at the sight of him. That faintly perceptible, razor-sharp aura made their hearts tremble.
"That man named Lu Chen-I saw him in the eighteenth zone. He crossed a full nine regions, bearing law shackles weighing ten million jin, yet still emerged unharmed. Terrifying!"
"Not one person from the Burial Emperor Star is ordinary. None of the others from the ninth zone came out. Did he slaughter them all?"
Outside, many looked astonished. Even