Eternal God Emperor: My Simulated Path to God Emperor

Sword energy emanated from his fingertips, carrying the aura of the fifth level of perfection from the "Wordless Sword Manual".

The demon vine clansman's expression changed instantly. He immediately transformed into his true form and tried to escape by burrowing underground, but it was too late.

As the sword flashed, his body exploded, turning into sections of vines scattered on the ground. However, he did not die; instead, each section of vine retained the pulse of life.

"Such strong vitality, no wonder it is a race that can get the Six Great Masters of Tiannan to take action."

Yuan Qianmo unleashed a burst of death flame from his fingertips, which instantly transformed into a sea of ​​fire upon contact with the vines. In the blink of an eye, all the vines turned to ashes, merging with the black earth.

The rules for the trial in the Scorched Valley are simple: six perilous areas are distributed in six directions. All the undead half-saints who enter the Scorched Valley will randomly appear at the edge of the world. Once they pass through the perilous areas and reach the center of the world, they will have passed the first test.

It sounds simple, but it's not so easy to actually pass. The vast majority of the undead half-saints who entered the Scorched Valley died at this stage.

Yuan Qianmo looked up into the distance. Under his Origin Divine Eyes, he could clearly see that nearly a hundred auras were approaching him from beneath the calm ground. Most of them were no weaker than the Demon Vine Clan member from before, and about ten auras were even more powerful, reaching the peak of the Half-Saint level.

Yuan Qianmo took a deep breath, summoned the Dragon Sky Sword, held the sword in his hand, and calmed his mind.

Since birth, he has spent most of his time in the Primordial God Temple. Although he has some training on a daily basis, this is the first time he has experienced a real life-or-death battle.

"Rumble..."

As the Demon Vine Clan approached, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble, and black dust billowed across the plains.

A black demonic vine, as thick as two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), was the first to break through the ground, transforming into a human form and radiating the aura of a Quasi-Saint of the Third Tribulation.

His eyes were bloodshot, and when his gaze fell on the ashes on the ground, his killing intent surged.

"Damn extraterrestrial demons, how dare they kill my people!"

"So what if I killed him? What can you do about it?" Yuan Qianmo said calmly. "If I didn't kill him, would you have refrained from attacking me?"

"All the extraterrestrial demons deserve to die!"

One after another, demonic vines burst forth from the ground, transforming into powerful figures suspended in the void.

Yuan Qianmo sensed their pure killing intent and understood.

"Just as the intelligence indicated, these native creatures within the Jiao Valley Secret Realm have been assimilated by the rules within the Secret Realm. They can no longer be considered true cultivators; they are more like puppets manipulated by the rules."

"Their birth purpose is to become the test."

Yuan Qianmo made the first move. His sword, a Great Sage Ancient Artifact, combined with his swordsmanship at the fifth level of the "Wordless Sword Manual," was so powerful that even a Quasi-Saint at the Third Tribulation would find it difficult to withstand his sword strike.

One by one, the demonic vines at the semi-saint level were severed, fell to the ground, and were then ignited by the fire of death, burning to ashes.

Yuan Qianmo continued forward, and more and more members of the Demon Vine Clan died by his sword.

In just one hour, more than a hundred Demon Vine Clan Half-Saints had died at his hands, including three Quasi-Saints at the Third Tribulation.

"As a ferocious plant, the Demon Vine is said to have strength comparable to the Fish-Dragon Realm when it matures, and with a little cultivation, it can become a Half-Saint. However, it is not easy to reproduce. The Demon Vine Clan in the Scorched Valley has been fighting with the Half-Saints of the Dead Clan who are entering the assessment for many years. The losses should be very heavy. Why are there still so many strong people?"

Yuan Qian was puzzled and could only attribute it to the Seven Great Masters of Tiannan.

Just then, a terrifying aura rapidly approached from the horizon, surpassing the level of a half-saint and belonging to the true saint level.

"The Saint of the Demon Vine Clan".

For the first time, Yuan Qianmo showed a solemn expression.

The half-saints of the dead race who dared to enter the Scorched Valley for trials were almost all the best among the peak half-saints, yet they still faced a near-death experience. The reason for this was that among the native creatures of the six perilous areas of the Scorched Valley, there were all saints.

The four realms of martial arts are Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow, followed by the Fish-Dragon Realm as a bridge, and then the four realms of sainthood: Half-Saint Realm, Saint Realm, Saint King Realm, and Great Saint Realm.

The semi-saint realm is divided into nine levels. Before entering the saint realm, there are three stages: the first tribulation quasi-saint, the second tribulation quasi-saint, and the third tribulation quasi-saint as a transition, which correspond to passing through the forty-nine tribulations, the eight-nine tribulations, and the life-and-death tribulation, respectively.

Only by overcoming three tribulations, condensing the Holy Source, and cultivating the Holy Appearance can one be considered to have entered the Saint Realm.

The Saint Realm is further divided into eight levels: Lower Realm, Middle Realm, Upper Realm, Profound Yellow Realm, Thorough Earth Realm, Heaven-Reaching Realm, True Realm, and Supreme Realm.

Even a lower-level Saint is several times stronger than a Quasi-Saint of the Third Tribulation; they are not even in the same league.

Those who can contend with saints with the body of a quasi-saint are all exceptional talents.

Those who can contend with a Saint at the ninth-tier Half-Saint level are extremely rare.

"Judging from their aura, only a lower-level Saint has arrived."

"According to the information given by Father God, the strongest native to appear in the Jiao Valley Secret Realm was only a mid-level Saint. That's right. If there were high-level Saints, or even Xuanhuang-level Saints, it would be a massacre for a half-Saint, not a trial."

Yuan Qianmo had fought against the Saints more than once in the Yuan God Temple and even defeated them, but those were just sparring matches, not real battles.

His gaze was somewhat intense as he looked in the direction of the Demon Vine Clan Saint.

"Let me test the true power of a saint."

A vast and overwhelming aura of death surged from his body, transforming into a cloud of evil that pressed down upon the Demon Vine Clan Saint.

A quarter of an hour later, Yuan Qianmo stood in the void, with no other changes except for his slightly disheveled clothes, except that he now held a crystal-clear Holy Source in his hand.

He looked at the Sacred Source in his hand, his brows furrowing slightly, and muttered to himself, "So weak? It's far inferior to the other Sacred Ones of the same realm in the Primordial God Temple."

He quickly figured out the key point: the Demon Vine Clan in Jiao Valley had long lost its lineage, so naturally it could not compare with the Saints cultivated by the Original God Temple. They had the realm but no corresponding combat power, so their true level was at least 70% of what it used to be.

"So, even if the Demon Vine Clan sends a mid-level Saint, their strength would only be about the same as a top-tier lower-level Saint from the Original God Temple."

I wonder if I'll be able to run into him.

Perhaps because he had killed a saint, no other members of the Demon Vine Clan attacked him for a long time.

Yuan Qianmo then headed towards the center of the secret realm world. After a day, he killed two more lower-realm saints and finally left the Thorn Demon Plains, arriving at the central area of ​​the secret realm world.

The central area presents a completely different scene, littered with corpses of different races, resembling an ancient battlefield.

At the center of the battlefield stood a charred, blackened giant tree thousands of feet tall, resembling a black divine mountain, exuding an oppressive aura.

Yuan Qianmo recalled the content of the previous simulation. The final test of the trial was to defeat the corpse of a Holy King.

Even the weakest Saint King is many times stronger than a Saint of the lower realm.

Even if it is just a corpse, the power it can unleash will definitely far exceed that of a lower-level saint, be comparable to a higher-level saint, or even be a Xuanhuang-level saint.

Thinking of this, Yuan Qianmo became cautious, releasing his peak 49th-level spiritual power and using it in conjunction with his death psychic power to envelop the surroundings, carefully on guard.

Soon, he walked to the tree and saw a hole several meters in size in the charred trunk. A faint green light emanated from the hole, radiating a rich life force, which must be the essence of the sacred tree.

Outside the cave entrance, a human skeleton clad in tattered armor stands holding a battle axe.

Sensing Yuan Qianmo's approach, the corpse uttered a hoarse sound.

"Trespassing...kill!"