A sea of lightning surged forth, terrifying beyond measure!
The Ninefold True Fire poured down like rain, ceaselessly burning everything.
Sword light capable of destroying a star with a single strike is omnipresent; fist light capable of shattering a star with a single punch dances wildly; and ultimate techniques for killing the primordial spirit suddenly appear...
The Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand is shattered, order is disrupted, space is torn apart and then reformed, and even death cannot reign supreme.
"This is terrifying..." All beings in the universe were stunned.
It was so spectacular, so tragic, it sent chills down my spine and made my whole body tremble.
Some powerful individuals were shattered and fled to the edge of the temple, struggling to replenish their physical bodies and primordial spirits.
"Have I failed? I don't have the strength to become a saint..." He was lost in confusion. "No, as long as there's a sliver of a chance, I will fight for it! Kill!"
He rushed back to the battlefield and clashed with the True Dragon's 'human fist'. He was also struck by the Three Pure Ones' Dao light. No one saw how he died in the end; he had too many magical powers.
"This is the king of the Bronze Age civilization!" a civilization in the universe lamented. "Invincible for countless ages, protecting countless people, and now he's dead!"
The battlefield seemed to be powered by the blood of the strong, with corpses forming the path, slowly advancing towards the main hall's gate of light.
Every step is stained with blood.
Even when progress is slow and difficult, the strong are sometimes shattered.
In the end, only a few dozen people truly have a chance to make one last desperate fight.
At this point, it's too late for the others to move forward. Their only choice is to destroy one person and benefit another.
"Another person is about to become a saint!"
"Corpse Bone Gene, True Dragon, Crown Princess, God King, Eternally Invincible, Time Pisces, Abyss, and even the King of Black Mist, none of them had a chance this time!"
"They're too strong; too many people are watching them!"
Inside the temple.
"Ah..." The dozens of people roared angrily.
Their lives, their strength, even their destiny were burning; they disregarded everything, all for the sake of getting into the main hall faster.
"Kill!" Behind them, numerous powerful figures, like vengeful ghosts demanding repayment, clung to them, determined to destroy them.
Meanwhile, a fierce battle was also breaking out in the two side halls, with people vying for the position of the Second Saint.
After the battle, the light gates of the main hall and the two side halls disappeared, leaving behind a ground littered with corpses and the blood of various races flowing on the stone slabs.
"Ha...ha..." Everyone was panting.
Even though he still had strength, he was mentally exhausted and constantly in danger of death. Even at this moment, he dared not relax even slightly.
"Who has become a saint?" asked an old golden lion with a dragon's head.
His mouth was full of blood, arrows were stuck in his back, and his body was covered in wounds, but no one dared to underestimate him. In the melee, he fought the dragon for hundreds of rounds, making the dragon change color.
Despite being the son of the Holy Dragon, he couldn't instantly kill a "bastard".
“I didn’t see it clearly either,” Ganesha shook his head.
This is a true divine elephant, equally immeasurable in its divine power. Even the Dao Ancestor once evolved this race on Earth, valuing their potential.
There are too many powerful figures who have become saints, it's too chaotic, the energy fluctuations are too strong, and everyone has to be wary of each other.
"He seems to be an old man," someone murmured.
"Ah!!" someone suddenly roared, then burst into wild laughter, tears streaming down their face.
He is the second elder of the Divine Will Great Wall.
"My Divine Wall has finally produced another saint!" the Second Elder roared to the sky.
At the last moment, the one who rushed in was none other than the Grand Elder of the Divine Will Great Wall, a half-saint who made all the powerful figures change color.
The expressions on everyone's faces varied. The old ruler of the Order Empire was rehabilitating his broken arm, and his face looked quite grim.
Players are competing against each other, and these high-ranking players are also weighing each other's strengths.
It would be one thing if he lost, but now that the Grand Elder has become a saint, given his status and beliefs, the Great Wall of Divine Will will inevitably expand.
The Second Elder started crying again.
"Fourth brother, fifth brother, seventh brother, eighth brother..." he rattled off a long list of names, "You all died..."
He simply couldn't bring himself to say the words, "It was worth it."
My throat felt sore, and my lips trembled.
When loved ones die, and countless generations pass away, only this group of elders remain, fighting and accompanying each other through the long years.
They once traveled together, fought against countless races, and even clashed with each other, venturing into the starry sky, but have not spoken to each other for thousands of years.
The divinely ordained saint became the official saint, and without needing to say much, they worked together wholeheartedly; they were rivals and close friends.
Today, most of them are gone, dead in the holy city, their bones becoming the foundation for the temple's path.
In the future, no matter how prosperous and powerful the Great Wall of Divine Will becomes, how will it pass through these long years?
The faces of all living beings in the universe were gloomy; at this moment, most creatures did not find the spectacle exciting.
Normally, they would clapp and cheer when they saw the strong suffer, and they had no affection for these high and mighty beings. But in the temple, the strong were just like ordinary people and cultivators, struggling and risking their own lives, the lives of their friends, and the lives of their relatives.
They sighed.
"Quit. More than the glory and power of becoming a saint, your family and friends would prefer you to live well."
"What good is becoming a saint? When the 'victor' is born in the future, he will still not be free."
"Fighting is one path, and cultivating diligently on your own is another. You are all unparalleled geniuses; there's no need for you to waste your lives!"
People expressed their opinions one after another.
But......
Inside the temple, the powerful figures had cold, stern expressions, exuding killing intent, and unwavering gazes.
"Survival of the fittest, or perish," the true dragon said coldly, its tail broken off.
The skeleton's genes indicate a cracked skeleton: "Those who fear death are only fit to be weak."
The eternally invincible woman had already drawn her immortal sword. She, who was always expressionless, was now smiling: "It's not easy, you'll die, but that's also what makes it so captivating."
The sword rang out with a resounding clang, exuding a spirited and unrestrained energy.
"To admit that you have limitations and are inferior to others is the greatest failure." The Crown Princess pulled out the giant axe that had cleaved into her shoulder, and the owner of the axe was crushed under her feet.
Of all the supernatural powers and divine will, nothing is more powerful than the beliefs of these people.
"kill!"
"Achieve sainthood! Achieve victory!"
These warriors, their battle uniforms tattered and stained with blood, their weapons riddled with wounds, continued their journey, their faith burning like a raging fire.
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