Within twelve hours, of the seven people, only one could ultimately ascend the Ascension Platform and enter "Divine Land--Realm of the Ominous."
This outcome instantly silenced the Big Dipper, who had been busy shifting blame onto one another. Their heads rang.
After passing through the Emperor Extreme Realm, they had thought the three trials of the Human World Arena were finally over. They had even begun discussing going their separate ways. Never had they expected the Headless Man's proclamation to bar every one of them from the Ascension Platform.
All seven present were outstanding figures within the Emperor's Tomb. With their intelligence, it was not hard to guess that, since traveling together allowed them to share the Red Tide Pressure and reap all the benefits, rules fraught with hidden dangers would most likely await them afterward.
They simply had not expected those hidden dangers to arrive before they ascended the platform, assuming they would come later. Nor had they taken the time to reflect on everything they had seen and heard along the way, such as that line-bury all your companions, and you may inherit the Lord of Arms.
The Big Dipper were utterly dumbfounded. Not only had they suffered a disastrous loss of two hundred and eighty Blood Marks in the final trial, but now they fucking had to turn their blades inward and fight their own people.
Silence, oppression, furtive scrutiny...
Swish, swish...!
Young Master Zhu paced inside the Emperor's Scenery Pavilion, his face deathly pale and his expression frantic. He waved his fan so hard it was almost smoking, trying to cool the fire in his heart.
"Wh-what are we supposed to do?" The delicate beauty stepped forward anxiously. "There are seven of us, but only one can ascend. How are we supposed to divide that up?