The God of Heavens

Chapter 330 Fallen Saint Island

The Trial Grounds for Outstanding Individuals opened, and a massive beam of light shot out, piercing through the universe and tearing open a wide spatial passage leading to an unknown destination.

"Get on the road!"

At the Grand Commander's command, he rode the Sky Wolf and took the lead into the spatial passage. More than three hundred trial participants followed closely behind, with twenty Iron-Blooded Soldiers bringing up the rear.

The passageway was filled with bizarre and fantastical lights, and time seemed to be out of control, sometimes fleeting like a white horse galloping past, and sometimes frozen in time.

Occasionally, the passage walls would become transparent, revealing countless star fields receding like streaks of light, as the group traversed unimaginable cosmic distances.

"arrive."

After an unknown amount of time, a spatial tremor brought them to the cold universe.

Ahead, an island larger than the stars floats silently, exuding an aura of antiquity and age.

"This is..." someone exclaimed.

The Grand Commander solemnly declared, "This is the site of a bloody battle fought by the ancient sages of the human race, where countless powerful figures have been buried, including several..."

He paused, then said, “You only need to comprehend the true meaning of the Great Dao. If you can’t even do that, you should turn back as soon as possible.”

As starlight fell, the group landed on the edge of the giant island. Sirius growled uneasily, his cold eyes fixed on this forbidden land known as "The Island of Fallen Saints".

"The trial officially begins." The Grand Commander surveyed the crowd. "Whether or not a peerless emperor will emerge remains to be seen."

Beneath it, the enormous wolf had a cold, piercing gaze that swept across the night.

His gaze locked onto Fallen Saint Island, and as if sensing something, a chilling aura emanated from his body.

"Ow--"

A deafening roar came from the wild mountains deep within the island, and violent mental fluctuations swept across like a tsunami, causing many trial participants to change their expressions drastically.

"A sacred beast! There's a sacred-level ferocious beast on this island!" someone exclaimed.

The Grand Commander remained expressionless and pointed to the vast island before him, explaining, "The Fallen Saint Island is divided into forty-nine regions, or fifty if you include the central forbidden area."

His gaze swept over the crowd, his tone serious: "The Central Forbidden Zone is a death trap. For most of you, the beings there are invincible. If you want to live, don't go there to die."

These forty-nine areas are separated by mysterious barriers that are very difficult to break. If one tries to break them by force, one will be sealed by a million-pound shackle.

This restriction was specifically designed to prevent cultivators from killing each other.

This place was originally a training ground for enlightenment. Those who were to undergo the trials needed to comprehend the supreme Dao that had never been destroyed throughout the ages. Comprehension was the key to the assessment, and those who lacked comprehension would not be able to participate in the subsequent trials.

As for the battles between cultivators, that's something to do after we leave this place.

For this reason, every time a trial participant traverses a new area, they will be bound by an additional million pounds of shackles.

"A million catties of shackles?" A Saint Realm cultivator scoffed, seemingly dismissive.

Indeed, for those who can achieve sainthood, capturing stars and the moon is commonplace. A large mountain can weigh hundreds of billions of tons, while the moon has a mass of 7350 billion trillion tons.

A million-pound shackle is but a feather.

But for some practitioners who specialize in magic, it was bad news.

"If we encounter a powerful enemy while carrying such shackles," a thin cultivator said, his face turning pale.

Carrying a million-pound shackle, there is absolutely no chance of survival if one encounters an opponent of equal strength.

Some people couldn't help but feel fear, secretly shaking their heads, knowing that their physical bodies could not withstand the pressure, and decided to give up trying to cross the region.

After announcing the rules, the Grand Commander said no more and waved his hand, saying, "The trial begins!"

The vast majority of the trial participants stood by and watched, none of them willing to be the first to take a step.

Their gazes darted back and forth between the several recognized powerhouses, as they plotted how to avoid these formidable competitors.

"Let the monsters choose first."

"I don't want to be in the same area as a saint."

Whispers rose and fell among the crowd.

Just then, Lin Yu made a move.

His white robes fluttered as he walked straight towards the entrance of District 49 amidst the complex gazes of the crowd.

This is the outermost area, but he chose to start from the very edge and advance all the way to the center.

"That person actually chose the outermost edge?"

"Quick! We need to separate at least ten zones!"

The crowd immediately stirred. Some hurriedly changed their routes, fearing they would get too close to Lin Yu; others secretly rejoiced that they could avoid this unfathomable opponent.

"The inheritor of the Azure Heaven's Bloodline has entered the First District. What does this signify? Does he intend to avoid that mysterious person and take the lead to seize the opportunities?"

"Who dares to challenge the mysterious man? Haven't you noticed how few people even enter District 49?"

"Even saint-level beings have made a move, we must choose quickly!"

Only then did the demigods begin to act.

They carefully avoided the areas chosen by the strong, some even preferring to take detours to ensure their safety.

After all, in the face of an absolute difference in strength, the idea of ​​suppressing one's cultivation level or accumulating strength for a later burst of power becomes a joke. Only by living can one have the right to talk about the future.

Half an incense stick's time had passed by the time the last trial participant stepped onto the island.

Fallen Saint Island, within District 49.

The ancient mountain is majestic, with towering peaks, strange beasts roam freely, and wild birds cry out in the sky, exuding a wild and untamed atmosphere.

There are many ancient medicines here, and those that are thousands of years old are not uncommon, but those that are tens of thousands of years old are rare. After all, every ten thousand years, a group of people will venture through them.

However, Lin Yu still managed to find some minor medicinal kings who had lived for a very long time and could extend their lifespan by more than four hundred years.

However, his gaze wasn't fixed on the surface; rather, he was trying to decipher the Dao traces left behind by numerous sages—these were the precious nourishment for nurturing the Primordial Dao Fruit. As its name suggests, Fallen Saint Island was the burial place of many sages.

Unlike the ancient star of the Big Dipper, where the death of a sage is common knowledge, this place is not suppressed by the laws of the imperial way, and the world has recovered earlier. In addition, with the accumulation of generations, there are quite a few traces of the sage's Dao.

If by chance one finds traces of the Great Sage's Dao, it would be an even greater feast.

"Hmm? A group of strange beasts ahead?"

Lin Yu strolled through the vast ancient forest, then suddenly stopped. Ahead, in the swamp, a group of golden-scaled dragon crocodiles were coiled up, the strongest of which had reached the Saint Realm, with a pair of dragon horns on its head that pierced the sky.

"Roar--"

The leading Saint-level dragon crocodile sensed the intruder and immediately issued a warning, but when it saw who it was, its golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

Lin Yu's expression was playful, and he revealed a slight aura. This guy, who usually dominated District 49 and was arrogant and domineering, immediately trembled and didn't dare to breathe.

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"What a beautiful thought!"

Lin Yu chuckled and raised his hand in a grasping motion. The Saint-level dragon crocodile immediately flew uncontrollably in front of him, bound by chains of divine order, and hovered in mid-air.

His eyes gleamed as he thoroughly studied the dragon crocodile, from its scales to its bone marrow, from its bloodline to its soul.

"I see."

After a while, Lin Yu released the restraints with satisfaction. The Saint-level dragon crocodile lay limp on the edge of the swamp, its eyes unfocused, as if it had experienced the most terrible torment in the world.

The other dragon crocodiles were already so frightened that they burrowed deep into the mud, not daring to even show their heads.

"thanks for treatment."

Lin Yu dusted off his sleeves and walked towards the 48th district. From the swamp behind him, he could faintly hear the whimpers of the dragon crocodiles who had survived the ordeal.

Upon entering District 48, one finds a vast and boundless land, with deep, secluded mountains, towering ancient trees, and the constant roars of beasts.

As he ventured deeper, the million-pound shackles arrived as expected, blood-red chains binding Lin Yu's hands and feet, glistening and swirling.

If an ordinary cultivator were locked up, they would definitely be crushed to a pulp and unable to bear it.

This is a powerful constraint!

However, Lin Yu completely ignored it, treating it as if it were air, and ventured deep into the 48th District, single-mindedly searching for the traces of the Sage's Dao.

In the following days, he crossed regions one after another, his body covered in layers of blood-red shackles weighing millions of pounds, their cold light gleaming, intimidating all directions.

District 36.

He ventured deep into a mountain range, where ancient trees blocked out the sun and ferocious beasts lurked. Suddenly, the view opened up before him—

Thirty-three figures stood like iron towers, their killing intent solidified, turning the entire open space into a battlefield of carnage.

These are all powerful rulers from various regions, the weakest of whom are at the peak of the Half-Saint realm, and there are even several Saints among them.

"Fellow Daoist, your path to becoming an emperor ends here!" The leader sneered, his battle halberd gleaming coldly.

The thirty-three powerful figures simultaneously unleashed their oppressive aura, causing the void to tremble. The trial participants watching from afar all paled; such a lineup would make even high-level participants retreat in fear.

Lin Yu didn't even stop walking; he merely glanced at them indifferently and said, "Kneel down, and you'll be spared death."

"You have quite the nerve! Well then, let this place be your grave!"

A young man immediately snorted coldly and said, "Kill!"

With a cold shout, thirty-three young experts simultaneously sprang into action. Riding divine birds and beasts and wielding sacred artifacts, they charged towards Lin Yu like a pack of wolves pouncing on their prey.

Halberds cleaved the sky, holy swords shone brightly, and pagodas subdued the heavens. Various sacred artifacts unleashed dazzling divine light, illuminating the entire world with a kaleidoscope of colors.

The divine birds and beasts beneath them roared deafeningly, with several of the Saint-level ferocious beasts opening their blood-red maws, their fangs menacing.

The trial participants watching from afar all paled; with such a lineup, even a high-level saint would find it difficult to escape death.

however--

Lin Yu simply turned around casually, a bolt of blood-red lightning shooting from his eyes.

"boom!"

The Golden Tiger Knight, bearing the brunt of the attack, exploded on the spot along with his mount. His Saint-level spear snapped like a withered branch, and amidst the blood mist, Lin Yu had already unleashed ten punches.

"Boom boom boom...!"

Ten clusters of blood blossoms bloomed in succession, and the ten prodigies, along with their sacred beast mounts, instantly vanished into thin air. Fragments of sacred artifacts fell like rain, reflecting a poignant light in the sunlight.

"Is this...is this even human?" The spectators' teeth chattered, and their bodies went cold. Those powerful figures who usually looked down on their regions were now being crushed like ants with a flick of their wrists.

"Kill him! If we don't kill him, none of us will survive!"

A burly man clad in iron armor roared in alarm and led the remaining men in a fierce attack.

"An ant trying to shake a tree," Lin Yu said calmly, when suddenly a dreamlike, magical light shot out from his eyes, and at the same time he threw a punch from a distance.

"Ocean of Nightmares! Mind Storm!"

In an instant, towering waves swept across the entire area, and a continuous storm engulfed everyone, causing their thoughts to collapse and their memories to become distorted.

This kind of supernatural power that strikes directly at the soul far exceeds the scope of magical power confrontation!
In the blink of an eye, another twenty people, along with their magical artifacts and mounts, were blasted into a bloody mist. Fragments flew everywhere, and the bloody light soared into the sky, creating a terrifying spectacle that shocked everyone.

The remaining two were terrified and hastily dropped their weapons, kneeling and begging for mercy: "My lord, spare our lives! We are willing to be your slaves!"

Lin Yu's gaze remained indifferent: "Too weak, not needed."

Two more palms struck down, darkening the sky and earth. When the wind from the palms dissipated, only two pools of blood and mud remained on the spot, not even a single intact bone was left.

The surrounding area was deathly silent.

Only the mountain wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept by, chilling everyone's hearts. Those who had been eagerly watching all turned ashen-faced and quietly retreated into the depths of the forest.

Lin Yu dusted off his sleeves and continued walking forward.

(End of this chapter)