Perfect World: The First Dao Body in the Chaotic Era!

A hint of apprehension flashed in their eyes.

In just one hour, the battle between the Venerables had already claimed the lives of too many, and the heavens and earth were tinged with a crimson hue.

Everyone has reached a critical point.

But Li Dao's entry at this moment made those geniuses who were still holding on feel a fatal danger.

Tens of thousands of Venerables on the field all looked at Li Dao and the sea of ​​blood behind him.

They all shared a consensus: Li Dao would be the strongest enemy they would ever face in their lives.

Buzz!

One by one, the prodigies standing in the pool of blood ignited their fighting spirit and burned their life essence as they looked at Li Dao.

At this moment, the focus shifts from the so-called selection process to the sheer will to draw one's sword against the strong.

"What a monster. To be assigned to the same place as such a guy. This might be the only time I ever face one."

"Within the Spirit Realm, there is no one who is immortal or indestructible. If you don't dare to make a move then, you'll never have another chance to do so in this lifetime!"

"Dao Yi!"

"Even if we try to escape, we might not be able to get away. So, the only option left is to fight!"

Li Dao remained calm as he felt the terrifying fighting spirit coming from all directions.

He raised his bone knife, aiming it at the prodigies of the heavens.

"I admire your courage, but I will attend your funeral!"

laugh!

As the words fell, only a long red and white line remained between heaven and earth, stretching across the space, dividing heaven and earth, separating yin and yang.

Li Dao, like a tiger among sheep, began the most direct and violent slaughter.

The bone knife rises and falls, mechanically completing its task.

Each swing of the knife eliminates one person, their clothes torn, revealing their muscular upper body.

Those prodigies, seeing Li Dao's attack, all had fighting spirit burning in their eyes, and rushed towards Li Dao one after another.

Even though they could only survive one encounter with Li Dao, their offensive continued relentlessly.

Li Dao didn't use any supernatural powers or magic techniques; only the sounds of clashing swords echoed across the battlefield.

Zheng Ze was the strongest prodigy of the current generation in the Chiling lineage of Tianxian Prefecture. Since his debut, countless enemies have been defeated by him.

I had always heard about the legends of Dao Yi, Feng Wu and others, and I longed to fight them. I couldn't believe that I was completely inferior to them.

But once he stepped into the spirit world, he realized what a true monster was!

There are countless geniuses like him in the Spirit Realm, while his companions couldn't even last a single round against Li Daodao.

His breathing became rapid, his steps felt like lead, and the sword in his hand, which had defeated all his senior brothers and sisters in the sect, trembled slightly.

"Blooming in the Frosty Sky!"

As Li Dao approached, Zheng Ze's initial fear gradually subsided; he was, after all, just an ordinary genius.

There are countless people like him in the spirit world, none of them outstanding, but none of them have the courage to draw their swords.

Another hour of bloody battle ensued, and the battlefield gradually calmed down. The earth was shattered, and a hideous gash was torn open in the sky, which could not heal for a long time.

Li Dao stood on the shattered earth, his body covered with numerous wounds, large and small. His bone knife trembled and roared, emitting wisps of white steam.

The bone knife seemed not to have recovered from the high-frequency vibrations and had already gone into a frenzy of killing.

Chapter 318 The Immortal Plays Chess, Making His Move at the Center Point

Behind them, a sea of ​​blood exuded a strong stench, and the wind and air between heaven and earth ceased.

Only his rapid breathing echoed.

Before him stretched an endless, empty grassland, while behind him lay a vast expanse of corpses, their blood staining the sky for thousands of miles.

He slowly stood up, blood dripping from his body like water droplets. His arms ached, and blood seeped from every part of his body, some from enemies and some from himself.

The bloodstains on his cheeks were glaring, and he looked exhausted, but his eyes were very bright.

Strands of crimson killing intent swirled around him, making him appear like a demon god emerging from hell, bloodthirsty and domineering.

This was an extremely fierce battle, and also a thoroughly enjoyable and bloody fight.

Tens of thousands of Venerables surrounded Li Dao, but they were all killed here. Such a record was already terrifying.

A vast grassland was dyed crimson, and the stench of blood filled the air.

However, Li Dao was not given time to rest.

As soon as the bloody battle ended, a faint Taoist voice resounded from the sky.

"If you fail to pass the test at the Supreme Ancient Altar, you will be expelled from the Spirit Realm and lose your qualification."

The Daoist voice resounded over hundreds of battlefields in the Spirit Realm; it was formed by the rules, cold and ruthless.

The message was precisely transmitted to everyone's ears, causing the cultivators who were fighting in various places to head in one direction.

hum!

The entire Tianxian Prefecture competition area was shaken, and then golden light burst forth from the horizon, spreading across half the sky.

From that moment, many golden roads began to appear in the sky, stretching across the heavens and landing on various battlefields.

These golden roads are intended to carry survivors from various battlefields to the Supreme Ancient Altar.

On the vast battlefield where Li Dao was, a golden road stretched directly in front of him.

He was the only one walking on the road, with no one accompanying him; he was the only one left on the entire battlefield.

As for the rest, they were either killed or fled to other battlefields.

Li Dao walked slowly on the golden road, which resembled gold but was not actually gold, yet it emitted the sound of gold and stone being paved.

Walk slowly forward to the end of the golden road, where the final selection takes place.

Meanwhile, outside, in the vast Daoist temple of Tianxian Prefecture, many Venerable Ones sitting on the ground opened their eyes.

They were all defeated losers, killed in the spirit world, but now their spirits have returned and their bodies have been revived.

"Dao Yi!"

Many people, after opening their eyes, did not leave immediately, but instead whispered the name of Dao Yi.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including admiration, fear, and satisfaction.

The ancient formation was still in operation, but more than eight million Venerables had already left the vast platform.

The fact that the vast majority of people were eliminated in the first round of screening shows how brutal the selection process was.

But this also shows that the prodigies who can participate in the final battle are all geniuses who are one in a million.

The second phase began, leaving this ancient temple suddenly empty.

Only in the area where the Celestial Academy is located are there more people, and some small forces were completely wiped out in the first stage.

Everyone was shocked. In just two hours, the situation had become so dire, with over eight million Venerables being eliminated.

Outside the temple, many people were waiting for news, including the leader of the sect.

"Our sect members have all returned defeated! We are indeed no match for those great sects!" an old man murmured, sighing helplessly.

Zheng Ze walked out of the dojo and looked at his senior sisters, senior brothers, and the sect leader who had come to pick him up. His face was full of guilt.

"It's alright. I've heard that your group all encountered Dao Yi. There's nothing shameful about being defeated by him!"

Zheng Ze still looked disappointed, but he didn't say anything more.

People like Zheng Ze make up the vast majority.

The eight million Venerables departed, and the powerful celestial beings from the outside world prepared to enter the Spirit Realm to observe.

The previous selection process limited cultivation levels up to the Venerable level; even if a Celestial God entered, there was a risk of being killed.

Although the Spirit Realm is similar to the Void God Realm, its rules and constraints are stronger. Even if a celestial being enters, he can only exert the power of a Venerable.

It would be quite funny if you were to get killed by accident.

The Spirit Realm, outside the Supreme Ancient Altar.

Several roads lead to that ancient altar, which is as large as a mountain.

The ancient altar soared into the clouds, its entire body pitch black, exuding a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.

At the top of the altar, amidst billowing clouds, sat a crystal-clear white jade bowl filled with the Supreme Elixir.

The Supreme Liquid exudes an alluring fragrance, and only the final victor has the chance to obtain it.

Outside the Supreme Ancient Altar, some people had already walked across the Golden Avenue and arrived at this place.

However, they did not go up immediately.

Knowing that if he chose to go first at this moment, he would inevitably become the target of everyone and be eliminated instantly.

I wouldn't do something like this without absolute certainty.

Tread!

Just then, Li Dao slowly arrived, and his appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Many people were surprised to find that there was no one behind Li Dao, only him.

Those who dared to fight their way to this place naturally knew what was going on.

They couldn't help but gasp, and their eyes gradually turned strange as they looked at Li Dao.

On other battlefields, at least several thousand, or even tens of thousands, of people have embarked on the golden road.

But there was only one person here with Li Dao, the meaning of which is self-evident.

As Li Dao arrived, everyone held their breath, including many disciples of the Heavenly Immortal Academy.

They were all taken aback when they saw Li Dao approaching with an indifferent expression, bare-chested, and holding a bone knife.

A smug look appeared on his face.