The planning phase ended, and the Third Trial, "Weight of Heaven," officially began.
Number Three-the Human World Open Route.
Little Bad King had not chosen to defend in the final trial. He knew perfectly well that the Blood Marks he had accumulated could never withstand the combined assault of the routes with multiple people. Even if he committed everything to defense, he would still face the highest multiplier of Red Tide Pressure, so he might as well spend nothing and go in unprotected again.
As expected, the attack of 464 Blood Marks successfully raised the difficulty of Ren Ye's route to the "Emperor Extreme Realm." Moreover, apart from Number Twelve Open Road, every other Open Road, along with Road Seven of the Secret Routes, had placed massive attack wagers against him.
As for why Number Twelve Open Road, which clearly had six people, had not attacked him in the final trial, Ren Ye could not work it out for now, nor did he want to dwell on it. Four hundred and sixty-four Blood Marks were already enough for him.
A breeze brushed the Divine Mountain, and the trial of the weight of heaven descended with a boom.
Standing in the Emperor's Scenery Pavilion, Ren Ye stared at the sky in astonishment, his emotions surging. His expression gradually froze at the world-shaking sight.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump...!
A sound like beating drums or a throbbing heart echoed through the sky like a sacred intonation of the Great Dao. It sounded somewhat muffled, as though all heaven and earth were mourning.
Whoosh!
Above the drifting clouds, endless crimson unfurled and slowly spread. Like drops of red ink falling into clear water, it instantly stained the entire sky and the Human World red.
If sixteenfold Red Tide Pressure merely filled the Human World