Trials of the Abyss

Only Ling Yimo's drifting divine soul remained in the empty sky after the Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis was shattered.

"The True God Bones of the Supreme Monad Divine Kingdom!" she cried.

Although she was an Outer God, Ling Yimo had grown up in the Abyss and was therefore familiar with the mystical artifacts of the major sects and factions.

She recognized the "Supreme" and "Monad" characters at a glance.

The True Lord Supreme Monad, the founder of the Supreme Monad Divine Kingdom in the Eastern Land, had failed to break through the barrier above the First World.

Before his death, True Lord Supreme Monad removed his bones, infused them with his remaining divine power, and crafted the characters "Supreme" and "Monad" for future generations to use.

Fan Chen's possession of the two divine characters made clear the Divine Kingdom considered him a key figure of the next generation. It was no wonder he was well-versed in many techniques and dared to confront challenges head-on.

"The True Lord left his bones behind as a legacy as a way of telling the descendants of the Supreme Monad Divine Kingdom to follow his path—to break free from the Abyss and soar in the starry skies," Fan Chen said from where he stood atop the "Supreme" character.

Confusion flickered in his eyes as he watched Ling Yimo.

After the sanctum shattered, Ling Yimo became elusive once again. Although Fan Chen could see her before him, he found he could not sense her with his divine sense, leaving him unable to continue his attack.

However, he had already expended significant energy summoning the characters crafted from the True Lord Supreme Monad's bones and was unwilling to let the matter go so easily.

He turned the "Monad" character so it stood upright. The mountain became akin to a sharp blade as it sliced toward one of Zhou Yi's prisms of radiant sky.

A beam of silver light, imbued with True Lord Supreme Monad's profound understanding of the Dao, flashed through the sky. One of Zhou Yi's Spatial Mirrors shattered into a rain of light.

Zhou Yi grunted.

"Rocfish!" Hu Yuanfei's voice echoed from another Spatial Mirror.

A giant fish with the wings of a roc appeared, destroying the Spatial Mirror as it soared through the skies of the Fey Spirit Continent.

Hu Yuanfei's sword intent seemed to have awakened the Rocfish, once also a well-known Rank Ten Spirit Beast in the Abyss.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Energy surged from the cracks on the ground in response to the Rocfish and flew into its body, causing it to become more resplendent than before.

The Rocfish then slashed the Spatial Mirror suppressing Liu Youyu with its wings.

"The Rocfish Sword is even more powerful on this Fey Spirit Continent!" Hu Yuanfei exclaimed.

She stood atop the Rocfish Sword, spirit soaring.

Her divine sense, spiritual power, sword light, and sword intent became the Rocfish's body and wings.

Although the manifestation was only a few zhang in length and had narrower wings than a real Rocfish, it could still unleash tremendous power.

Sword light burst forth from the Rocfish's beak, wings, and talons.

Boom!

Zhou Yi's Spatial Mirrors shattered one after another, freeing Pang Jian, Wu Yuan, and Dong Tianze.

Pang Jian no longer needed to struggle to break free.

"Fan Chen, Hu Yuanfei, Liu Youyu, Wu Yuan…" Ling Yimo's pale face twisted into a complex expression.

As she gazed down at these talented young humans born in the Abyss, she could not help but feel genuine jealousy—and fear.

Among the vast starry skies, even high-ranking races like the Ghost Race, Celestial Race, or Demon Races could only produce one or two individuals capable of becoming a God with each generation.

Weaker races needed thousands or even tens of thousands of years to produce a single God-candidate.

However, in this era alone, the human race had produced several young humans with the potential to reach the True God Realm.

The human race's remarkable reproductive abilities, unique cultivation system, and emerging generation of talents allowed them to advance rapidly.

Apart from their initially weaker physical bodies, which they could eventually strengthen, the human race had no obvious flaws.

For other races, a single God required thousands of years to create.

In contrast, the human race of the Abyss could produce a True God in just a few hundred years.

This was ten times faster than any race in the outer worlds!

In the starry skies, the stronger and older a race was, the weaker its ability to reproduce, which had led to dwindling populations.

Meanwhile, the human race conversely reproduced with astonishing vigor.

Their ability to grow, rapid ascension, and the continuous emergence of outstanding talents made the Outer Gods fearful.

This was the reason the Outer Gods kept a close eye on the Abyss whenever it opened.

The other races feared the human race would one day escape the Abyss and establish themselves in the vast starry skies.

Given the characteristics of the human race, if that day were to truly come, it would spell the end for all the races in the outer worlds.

The human race would undoubtedly suppress the other races, just as they banished the foreign races in the Abyss to the Fifth World.

Thus, despite endless wars and conflicts among the races in the starry skies, whenever the once-in-a-hundred-millennia grand event came around, they would come to a temporary understanding—the human race had to be destroyed.

As long as the human race existed, they could not rest easy.

Boom!

Fan Chen shattered Zhou Yi's last Spatial Mirror using the "Monad" character.

"I'm leaving." With a wave of her sleeve, Ling Yimo's divine soul vanished.

She did not bother to help Zhou Yi.

After all, with his mastery of the Spatial Mirror Technique, no one could stop him. At least, not unless they were equally skilled in a similar Dao.

A spatial rift appeared in the sky and Zhou Yi casually stepped into it, reappearing dozens of li away.

His technique meant his opponents could only catch him if they vastly surpassed him.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Yimo of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect and Zhou Yi of the Nine Tribes Sect disappeared without a trace.

The bizarre mist still lingered and everyone naturally gathered together.

Pang Jian's gaze swept across the group.

During past trials, in the Primordial Wilderness, Cloud Lightning, and Absolute Heaven, he always had no choice but to fight with everything he had to survive.

This time, on the Fey Spirit Continent, Pang Jian had not exerted himself much in the battle at all. With the elites from the strongest factions beside him, his burden was significantly eased.

He did not need to reveal his cards or use his divine artifacts like the Heart of Winter or the Thunder Pool. The others had been able to drive away Ling Yimo and Zhou Yi with their own strength and divine artifacts.

Pang Jian was at ease.

No wonder they're on top of their respective leaderboards and future candidates for true godhood.

"Senior Sister Hu, you were amazing!" Zhou Qingchen praised, rushing over to her side. "We wouldn't have had it this easy if you hadn't shattered the Spatial Mirrors with the Rocfish Sword."

"Aside from you being slightly weak, I don't think anyone needed my help," Hu Yuanfei replied modestly.

None of the people in their group were simple opponents. Each had the power to contend with Zhou Yi—from Fan Chen's "Supreme" and "Monad" characters, Liu Youyu's Celestial Profound Mirror, Dong Tianze's Celestial Phoenix Imprint, Wu Yuan's Purple Demon Eye, to the Ancient Law Sect couple's endless talismans.

"Something is definitely off about Ling Yimo," Fan Chen said with absolute certainty. "That strange Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis—if she can manifest it, it has to be because of her unusual origins!"

"And Zhou Yi?" Hu Yuanfei asked.

Fan Chen frowned and shook his head. "I still can't understand why Zhou Yi would seek to harm everyone. The True God Li Wang personally trained him."

Having lost her Flying Fish Boat in the battle, Liu Youyu stood among the group and said quietly, "Zhou Yi isn't considered a top candidate for true godhood in the Nine Tribes Sect. The Nine Tribes Sect's divine artifact wasn't given to him, so clearly he isn't trusted."

Everyone fell into deep thought.

The Purple Demon Eye, the "Supreme" and "Monad" characters, and the Celestial Profound Mirror were all famous divine artifacts of the Abyss.

Generally, the number of divine artifacts that a major faction possessed was limited.

For a young member to be bestowed one demonstrated their high standing.

The fact that Zhou Yi had not received a divine artifact from the Nine Tribes Sect was telling.

"Li Wang likely knows something," said Dong Wenjian of the Ancient Law Sect. "We're lucky he doesn't have divine artifacts from the Nine Tribes Sect. If he had…"

The tall, slender genius from the Ancient Law Sect fixed his gaze on his partner.

"I won't wait for you—I'm advancing to the Soul Wandering Realm first," he said apologetically,

"I've told you to break through sooner, but you wouldn't listen!" Lin Manhe scolded.

Unlike before, the couple from the Ancient Law Sect no longer remained isolated. The dangers of the Fey Spirit Continent had prompted them to engage with the others.

"I'll advance now." Dong Wenjian sat down, applied talismans to his navel region and chest, and started his breakthrough to the Soul Wandering Realm in the depths of the bizarre mist.

The others debated their next actions while waiting.

In less than an hour, his divine soul emerged from his brow.

For him, advancing to the Soul Wandering Realm was as easy as eating or drinking water.

"Monster!"

"Freak!"

Zhou Qingchen and Hu Yuanfei exclaimed in amazement.

"I could've advanced to the Soul Wandering Realm three years ago if I hadn't waited for her," Dong Wenjian said with a smile, retracting his divine soul into his sea of consciousness. "The bizarre mist is receding. The continent is about to fully emerge in the Fourth World. We should head back and report to the higher-ups."

"Pang Jian, did you discover anything at the black turtle?" Fan Chen asked.

His journey to the Fey Spirit Continent had yielded nothing. Ling Yimo and Zhou Yi had repeatedly ambushed him and he had not even killed a single foreign race or Vicious Beast through it all. Returning empty-handed left him feeling rather dissatisfied.

"The black turtle is dead," Pang Jian replied.

"Dead?"

"Yes, dead."

Fan Chen sighed in disappointment. "If it's dead, then there's nothing left to investigate. Let's head back."

Several days later, Pang Jian and the others flew out from the bizarre mist, which now only covered a quarter of the Fey Spirit Continent.

Powerful beings from the foreign races awaited them on the other side.

Their scalps tingled in alarm.

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