Infinite transcendence began with Covering the Sky.

Chapter 280 I've been to this city.
The ancient paths of the human race are connected by trial grounds. Once you decide to set off, you must break through them; you cannot even turn back halfway.

This path is extremely bloody; at each stage, countless cultivators perish. Even the most talented must shed their blood and fight to the death.

This is a situation that every cultivator aspiring to become an emperor must face, and Qi Zhe is no exception; he needs to break through it with his own combat power.

"boom!!!"

Amidst the blood-splattered battlefield, Qi Zhe wielded a stone staff, sweeping away everything in his path, maneuvering among countless cultivators of various races, displaying an invincible demeanor.

He embarked on his journey to the second city, traveling with hundreds of other prodigies. Unfortunately, their numbers were small and their quality was low, simply because some people were deliberately avoiding him.

Those like Di Tian and Gu Huang didn't embark on the journey; they wanted to avoid Qi Zhe. Only some reckless youths set off, which many considered suicidal.

But this does not mean that Qi Zhe's path ahead will be smooth sailing. There is no trial ground on the ancient road that is not dangerous; even saints must be careful.

Just like where he is now, a vast and enormous star, with continuous mountains and rivers, saints everywhere, and saint kings are not uncommon.

To reach the second city, you must fight a bloody battle on this battlefield until the five-colored altar appears; otherwise, forget about it.

As for why they fought so fiercely, the alien races on this ancient star all claimed it was for the source of the Dao, a unique and divine treasure of heaven and earth.

Qi Zhe, however, did not think so. The reason why many alien races were fighting was indeed for opportunities, but most of them were robbing passing trial participants.

"Roar!"

Now Qi Zhe has encountered a robbing alien saint who immediately set his sights on his stone staff and roared as he charged at him.

Its strange shape, as black as ink, with four arms and three legs, resembled a descendant of an ancient evil god. It roared, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack, and was trampling the earth from mid-air.

"What number is this?"

Upon seeing this, Qi Zhe immediately attacked. After the battle, he pondered which saint he had killed and concluded that it should be the sixteenth.

He possesses boundless divine power; even saints would find it difficult to withstand his stone staff, and even saint kings might not be able to fight him. Naturally, he can easily suppress and kill his opponents.

However, most of the extraordinary talents from beyond the realm who entered this place with him were unable to withstand the interception of the sage, and may have already suffered heavy losses.

A month passed like this, and the entire ancient star was ravaged by his slaughter, with traces of his killings everywhere.

Legends began to circulate about him on this battlefield, and many ancient tribes remembered a trial-taker wielding a stone club, regarding him as the true Great Demon.

"Buzz!"

Three days later, a five-colored altar appeared, which wandered across the land and then rushed out into the outer realms.

"The gate is open!" Upon seeing this, the surviving geniuses on the battlefield were overjoyed and began to fly rapidly towards the outer realm, wanting to leave this hellish place.

Hundreds of people entered this battlefield, and now only a dozen or so are still alive. Nearly 90% of the geniuses buried there are dead, which is extremely shocking.

"boom!!!"

Upon seeing the Five-Colored Altar appear, Qi Zhe strode across the sky, easily stepping onto it, and looked down upon the entire ancient star from the starry sky.

"Chucky!"

Streaks of rainbow light shot towards the outer realm. Upon reaching the five-colored altar, some people wept bitterly, howling, "They're all dead! They're all dead!"

He was not an isolated case; some people rushed to the altar with dark eyes, began to cover their faces and secretly wipe away tears, their hearts filled with sorrow.

"My friends, my brothers!" A mournful cry echoed through the starry sky. Someone knelt on the five-colored altar, unable to rise, his hair a deep gray. Qi Zhe shook his head at the sight. He wasn't surprised by the outcome; there was nowhere to retreat. How could they possibly withstand such a battlefield?

Among them, Qi Zhe spotted a familiar face: Guan Cheng, carrying a gun and a sword, was also present, staring intently at Qi Zhe.

"Sigh, so many people have died." Meeting Qi Zhe's gaze, Guan Cheng's eyes suddenly showed a hint of sadness. He too had friends who died on the battlefield.

He met many people when he entered the first level, but most of them are now dead. Many of them died right before his eyes, but he was powerless to avenge them.

This path to becoming an emperor is far too cruel. Even a single trial ground can cause many geniuses to shed their blood. Keep in mind that these are all the most outstanding young people in their respective regions.

They may not be on par with those peerless geniuses, but at the very least they must be at the level of the Holy Son of the Big Dipper. As kings who have severed the Dao, they have died one after another.

"Waaah... Everyone from my hometown is dead, and I'm all alone!" someone cried out, as if trying to vent their grief and anger.

“I want to leave and return to my ancestral star to protect my sect. This so-called Emperor's Path has no place for me.” Someone else spoke up as well.

The small five-colored altar could allow them to leave the battlefield, but it could not lead them to the pinnacle of the Emperor's Path.

On the five-colored altar, which had only a dozen or so people, half of them were weeping, a few were silent and dejected, and only Qi Zhe was able to stand calmly.

But he could also sense it to some extent. The cruelty of the imperial path was right before his eyes. Who in the world could ignore it? Even the ancient emperors would recall their glorious past upon seeing it.

"Perhaps the ancient emperors under this starry sky, like me, saw others weeping on this altar. What did they think then?"

"Did they also experience sorrow, unsure if they could reach the end?"

Qi Zhe stood silently on the altar. He knew how to proceed and was striving towards that goal, but what about those ancient emperors?

Just like when the Void Emperor stepped onto the ancient road and saw others crying, did he ever doubt that he himself would one day suffer the same fate?

This path is too difficult; perhaps there was even a moment when the ancient capital wavered.

Qi Zhe reminisced about the past, looked up at the sky from the altar, and arrived at the second city amidst the changing space, stepping onto the other side of the starry sky.

"Farewell," the many prodigies at the city gate bid each other farewell. They planned to rest for a while and then leave, no longer participating in the Emperor's Road.

At least seven or eight people had the idea of ​​giving up. They had already succeeded, but they wanted to abandon it and were no longer willing to pursue the delusion of enlightenment.

"Brother Qi, farewell!" An unknown prodigy bowed to Qi Zhe, forcing a smile despite his disheveled gray hair, his eyes filled with envy.

He traveled with Qi Zhe, and although they did not interact, he had seen Qi Zhe's brilliance and how he could roam freely in the trial grounds without anyone being able to stop him. He admired him greatly.

"On the path to fame, everyone has a name!" Qi Zhe said calmly, wanting to know the other person's name.

Upon hearing this, the gray-haired man paused, then his expression changed drastically. He then said in a manner that was both crying and laughing, "My name is Gao Ping'an, and I have been to this city before!"

Upon hearing this, the many prodigies in front of the city gate fell silent, then began to tell their names to those around them, and for a moment they all burst into laughter.

"At least you came here."

The small group of a dozen people entered the city, and many of them remembered the names of those around them, wishing to keep them deep in their hearts.

The guards at the gate of the second city seemed to be in a daze, and as they watched the group of cultivators entering the city, they suddenly seemed to be laughing and crying at the same time. They had also had this experience before.

"The roads are different, but the scenery is similar."

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