The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Under the onslaught of the Poison Ancestor's storm, the number of cannon fodder is decreasing sharply.

Song Gua struggled to hold on, trying his best to minimize the number of casualties.

But the other party is the Poison Ancestor.

And he is in a state of spiritual transformation.

too strong.

The fact that Song Gua was able to protect the woman in white was because Poison Ancestor wasn't a class with super-fast speed like Light Ancestor, and the fact that this space couldn't be used for flying also restricted Poison Ancestor's movements.

After hundreds of cannon fodder clones died in his place, Song Gua was starting to have second thoughts.

This cycle of dying isn't a solution.

Just then.

A blue line appeared out of thin air in front of the stone bed, drawing a circle in the air.

The space inside the circle shattered with a crash, and looking out from inside the circle, one could see towering mountains and flowing water, vast forests, and bright sunshine on the opposite side.

"exit?"

Song Gua was overjoyed.

Not only that, he glanced back at the woman in white.

gone!

There was only an empty stone bed.

"I knew it! The Poison King bought in the opposite direction, and now he's got a villa by the sea!"

Song Gua ignored the so-called Divine Transformation Poison Ancestor. He quickly switched positions, retrieved all the clones in the distance, switched back to his original position, and leaped into the circle of light.

Of course, this operation will leave a clone in the swamp world.

This person was naturally a warrior in the cannon fodder group.

After Song Gua jumped in, the spatial gap disappeared.

Poison Ancestor wanted to go in, but didn't have time.

He noticed the cannon fodder clones that had been abandoned in the distance.

"He left you behind, didn't he? You're just an alter ego of his."

The cannon fodder shook their heads.

"What? You trying to turn me against you?"

After thinking about it, Poison Ancestor also realized his own absurdity.

How to turn a clone to the enemy?

Things that will disappear on their own after a while.

Thinking of this, Poison Ancestor became too lazy to destroy the clone.

The cannon fodder warriors realized this wouldn't do.

I will not disappear.

If you don't hit me, won't I be exposed?

Thinking this, the cannon fodder clone strode forward with an air of indifference.

"So you're the one called Poison Ancestor?"

The next second, he was crushed into a bloody pulp by the Poison Ancestor's giant thorns.

When Song Gua jumped into the gap formed by the blue light circle, the people outside the Heavenly Path noticed.

The Song hexagram's ascent suddenly accelerated, reaching its peak in the blink of an eye before disappearing.

At the same time, the red light path where the Song hexagram was located faded in color.

The Federation informed the Poison Ancestor of this clue.

"It seems there's a limit to the number of people who can enter Sky City through this path. So, everything that just happened was a kind of selection process, and the dice accidentally found the selection rules for this path."

Regarding the path to heaven, Poison Ancestor knew less than Night Owl and the Resistance Army.

The reason he insisted on killing the woman in white was because his divine artifact warned him that the woman in white was related to the source of light and should be eliminated.

Poison Ancestor estimated that the Light of the Sky should not be able to be fundamentally damaged on the Path to Heaven.

To destroy the light source, or to obtain it, one must enter the Sky City and make further plans.

Now that we know the rules of the Red Path to Heaven, things will be much easier.

After waiting for a while, another person appeared in the boundless swamp.

President of the Jiangnan City Dajiang Guild.

This guy turned green with fright when he saw the Poison Ancestor.

"Lord Poisonous Poisonous Poisonous Ancestor? You, why are you still here? Shouldn't you have gone up already?"

The Poison Ancestor smiled.

"I'm waiting for you."

"wait for me?"

The president was flattered and blushed like a teapot.

The Poison Ancestor turned around to look.

Sure enough, the woman in white appeared on the stone bed again.

"Poison Ancestor said to the guild leader of the Great River Guild."

"Come on, attack me."

The president waved his hand repeatedly.

"How dare I! How dare I!"

"Poison Ancestor laughed."

"You can only leave this swamp world by attacking me; that's the rule of this path."

"Is that so?"

"I am the Tenth Patriarch, why would I lie to you?"

Also.

He is a supreme being at the level of the Ten Ancestors.

I'm just a nobody, a new third-tier professional. What right do I have to let the other party deceive me?

"Shall I go?"

The guild leader confidently made his move, wielding a longsword and unleashing a three-stage slash.

Poison Ancestor took a small step to the right.

The president's attack missed its mark and landed on the woman in white.

Although no wounds were left on the woman's body, the pain on her face intensified.

"There's another woman here?"

The president hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet.

The Poison Ancestor smiled.

"Thank you for your help."

"Um?"

The next second, the poisonous fog entered the president's nose, turning him into a puddle of flesh bubbling with green bubbles.

A blue halo appeared, and a new gap opened up. The Poison Ancestor, leaning on his black umbrella, slowly stepped into it.

From the outside, the red light path appeared to have dimmed somewhat again.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet—seven paths to heaven, each with its own internal screening mechanism.

But each one is different.

Even A, who knows the inside story, doesn't know the rules for each path.

However, with the ancient jade coin in hand, A's journey was unimpeded.

Therefore, she was the first to arrive at the Sky City.

Behind them were towering mountains and vast fields.

Ahead lies a quaint and ancient Chinese city.

At the city gate, people came and went in an endless stream.

The plaque above the city gate was empty.

This is an unnamed city.

"Ancestor, I am finally about to fulfill your last wish and obtain the light of the sky!"

A removed his mask and strode towards the nameless ancient city.

……

Moon.

As Earth becomes embroiled in the struggle for the Sky City, the battle here is about to undergo a dramatic change.

After the entire Warriors Army arrived, the coalition forces also arrived.

With the help of a large number of Blue Star people, the Dark Star forces dug out one by one the many explosive beasts that had been buried on the moon.

The celestial beings' warships took these explosive beasts to outer space and detonated them intentionally.

Looking at yet another explosive beast exploding in a vacuum environment ahead, Guangzu said calmly.

"Well... it seems we don't need to take action; the grassroots forces can handle this crisis."

The Phantom Ancestor is here too.

Although the two were in space, they were surrounded by an invisible protective shield that prevented them from being affected by the vacuum environment.

With a wave of his fair hand, Huan Zuyu caused a light screen to appear before the two of them, displaying scenes from the lunar battlefield.

This is one of the abilities of the Illusion Ancestor; it allows him to see things far away, similar to having clairvoyance.

"It would be best if we weren't needed here. Poison Ancestor is trying to steal the Light of the Sky, and I don't want to give him that great credit."

Guangzu watched the tens of thousands of bandits rampaging through the army of mutated beasts on the screen.

"Well... eliminating the person who changed fate is also a great achievement."

"Is it confirmed? The bandits are the ones who changed fate? So many of them? That's a bit outrageous."

"Well... one thing is certain: among these bandits, at least one is a person who changed his fate."

"That must be the die."

"Well... such a simple line of thinking may not be correct. They all wear hoods and use various means to hide their identities. It is more likely that they have hidden the person who changed their fate among countless bandits."

"That makes a lot of sense."

Just then, on the battlefield in the scene, countless synthetic spirits suddenly began to gather.

A phantom spirit floated in mid-air, roaring.

"Humans! You will regret being our enemies!"