Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 550 - 533: Chaos

"As for the Wild Giants, it’s no problem for you to take them down one-on-one, but make sure you don’t get surrounded. Once the Wild Giants gather, they can tear apart a Grandmaster..."

"Afterwards..."

He Pengfei assisted in planning, selecting multiple tribes, and formulating several routes.

The end of the routes pointed to the Perfect Garden.

He Pengfei said, "I don’t trust others, but our martial artists from the Dragon Country have all been instructed by Saint Zhao. In terms of willpower, we far exceed martial artists from other countries. You have a chance against the Grandmaster of the ’Brilliant Demon Flowers’ in the Perfect Garden if you make it to the final place. Go now, rest well."

Zhou Leng returned to his residence to sleep.

Just as Zhou Leng lay down, a peculiar divine light burst from the top of the remnant heavenly bone, with the power of a Divine Spirit instantly spreading across the Great Battlefield.

The third layer trial of the Celestial Tier on the Great Battlefield, the Demon Massacre, commenced.

Almost in the next instant, another burst of divine light erupted over the Ancient Beast Stone Wall, spanning the entire Great Battlefield.

The Great Battlefield trials changed, and the camp battle began.

Above a dense blue forest, divine light exploded.

The Great Battlefield trials changed, with the Light of Redemption initiating.

Atop a 300-meter-tall skull, divine light spread.

The Hand of Death initiated.

After four streams of divine light swept through, the sky above the Great Battlefield brightened slightly.

Above the dense clouds, it seemed as if the sun had risen.

Unlike the Celestial Tier Sound Transmission, these four layers of divine light came without explanation.

But everywhere, the demon monster tribes gathered together.

Dragon God Printing Path.

The Jade Wings stealthily peeked out, gazing towards the slightly brightened sky with a sinking heart.

"It’s over, it’s over, those old beasts are causing havoc again."

"I remember this kind of divine light appeared before, followed by all sorts of strange phenomena."

"Many who didn’t fight just mysteriously died. The more you kill, the safer you are."

"Those who killed the most even had crowns appear over their heads..."

"It’s over, it’s over... I don’t want to die, so I have to join the trials and hunt the Dragon Blood Guard, hunt the battlefield’s demon monsters."

"But I can’t be too reckless, just enough to avoid being erased by those old beasts’ power..."

Outside the Abyss of Heaven’s Demise.

The Celestial Calamity Envoy was about to enter, when he looked up to the sky.

Four streams of divine light flashed in succession.

He squinted slightly, and after a long while, snorted coldly and left the Abyss of Heaven’s Demise.

Tujun Star Monument.

A ray of light scattered, and Zhang Xinglie along with the Mountain and River Origin and the five-tribe team returned beneath the star monument.

Many wore looks of regret.

"It’s a pity, I didn’t complete the second layer trial, what about you?"

"Neither did I, too far off."

"Zhang Xinglie, how about you?"

Zhang Xinglie replied helplessly, "I did pass the second layer, but it wasn’t enough for the third layer trial, I failed. And you?" he asked, looking at the Mountain and River Origin.

The Mountain and River Origin shook his head, "I’m the same, completed the second layer trial but it wasn’t perfect, not qualified to enter the third layer trial. It’s a pity Zhou Leng isn’t here, with him, we could definitely succeed."

"This means, our Celestial Tier trials have ended."

Just at this moment, the sky flashed repeatedly.

Everyone looked up.

"Does anyone know what’s going on?" Zhang Xinglie’s heart raced; such extensive changes were no trivial matter.

A Demon Spirit Master said, "I know, it’s a sign of the Chaos Trials."

"What Chaos Trials?"

"We’re not sure. We only know that for some reason, the power of multiple Divine Spirits is activated, resulting in various unknown changes. Generally speaking, with the increase of chaos trials, more and more divine powers join in."

Mountain and River Origin said, "I heard from the elders in the tribe. Every time the divine light shines, it means the power of a Divine Spirit has joined in. What exactly the Divine Spirit does, we don’t know, but there have been some guesses in the past."

"For example, some people mysteriously die, and we combine the experiences from the past and conclude that those people were too unreliable, not cultivating, not fighting, and then were cleared by the Divine Spirits."

"Further, those who continuously hunt demon monsters and opponents have their power inexplicably increased. After leaving the Great Battlefield, they receive benefits far beyond others."

"Oh, and there are some obvious markings. Like the ’Dragon Scale Blood Pattern,’ which appeared once before; as long as you kill an enemy of the same realm, a Dragon Scale Blood Pattern appears on you. Once you leave the Great Battlefield, you’ll absorb the power of the Dragon Scale Blood Pattern, which is quite potent."

The various tribes shared about their tribe’s guesses on the chaos trials.

Finally, Zhang Xinglie stood up.

"Combining experiences from all sides, we conclude that the Divine Spirits are forcing us into chaos wars."

"As for the reason, as for the details, we do not understand."

"But regardless of what the Divine Spirits intend, our core need doesn’t change, to survive."

"So, I suggest, rather than being like sand scattered and being picked off one by one, we humans, giants, demon spirit masters, tree-men, and dwarves, should unite."

"Only that way can we better ensure our survival..."

Mountain and River Origin said, "I support Zhang Xinglie, I trust him to lead us."

Zhang Xinglie and Mountain and River Origin had already demonstrated great power, and coupled with their close ties with Zhou Leng, there were no objections from the others.

Ancient Beast Stone Wall.

Light descended, Zhang Xiaoxiao and the pack of fierce beasts returned to the stone wall below.

Zhang Xiaoxiao looked around, apart from a few fierce beasts and some alien races, most humans and other tribes had already left.

Images of Zhao He and Rao Mingxian along with other Demon Worship Sect members flickered in her mind.

The four divine lights flashed, the fierce beasts looked up to the sky.

Roar roar roar...

The fierce beasts roared and gathered, moving into the distance.

The Black Armored Fierce Wolf walked over, straightened up, its body resembling an upright Huang. It patted Zhang Xiaoxiao’s shoulder and pointed towards the departing Fierce Beasts.

Zhang Xiaoxiao said, "Thank you. You can go with them. I need to find my comrades."

The Black Armored Fierce Wolf nodded, joined the ranks of the Eight-toothed Mammoth and other Fierce Beasts, and ran towards the distance in the dust.

Zhang Xiaoxiao first inquired with other Alien Races, then took out several Demon Artifacts and searched the location of Zhao He’s former camp.

Soon, distinct bloodstains were found on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth, used the Demon Artifact to determine the direction, and his small figure dashed off like a leopard.

On the road to the Perfect Garden.

Divine light flashed four times.

Zhao He and the others looked up.

This team was extremely peculiar.

Besides human Martial Artists, there were also a large number of Demons, Sea Sirens, and Beastmen.

Compared to before, the number of humans was reduced by more than twenty.

Some of them were not fully recovered from injuries, their steps were slow.

Everyone debated animatedly about the divine light flashing in the sky.

Zhao He was indifferent, and boasted, "Earth defends against water, generals fend off enemies. As long as we stay united, why fear the Divine Spirits? Without those small hindrances, we will surely reach the Perfect Garden. By then, everyone will have White Lake Lotus Fruits, and everyone can become a Grandmaster!"

"Follow Young Master Zhao, and we’ll have meat to eat!"

Many human Martial Artists sincerely praised.

That day, Zhao He relied on the Headless God to single-handedly kill seven Great Innate members of the Huang Meng Sect and the Hell Knight Order, shocking everyone.

Celestial Bone City.

He Pengfei looked at the sky, his brows furrowed.

The power of the Divine Spirits was stirring trouble again.

Every time there was a chaotic trial, the Great Battlefield would undergo a reshuffle of races, some rising to prominence while others faced extinction.

He turned to look at Zhou Leng’s residence.

Zhou Leng stayed in Celestial Bone City, absorbing power and cultivating peacefully.

After several days of training, Zhou Leng walked out while sensing Martial Arts.

Thanks to the growth of the Dragon God Marked Path and Celestial Bone Blood Mark, the "Subduing Snake Chapter" was directly cultivated to the twenty-seventh cycle.

Previously, cultivating just a few cycles made the whole body feel like it was about to crack open.

Originally, the body needed to reach the Grandmaster Realm to cultivate the Subduing Snake Chapter.

By practicing early, control over True Qi and the reduction of strength improved rapidly.

Previously, True Qi Perpetual Motion was just fundamental, but accumulating Qi and Power became the goal of True Qi Perpetual Motion.

After cultivating the Subduing Snake Chapter, the body could accumulate more Qi and Power before striking, and once executed, it was like a mountain collapsing and a sea overturning.

The "Star Gazing Technique" had already been cultivated to perfection, True Qi surged endlessly.

The Star Phoenix Rejuvenation Technique had also accumulated as many as three thousand Star Phoenix Feathers, growing rapidly.

The Undying Star Body’s speed of cultivation here was astounding, with the power absorbed from the shadow of Ceres reaching 10%.

After chatting with He Pengfei for a while about chaotic trial news, Zhou Leng rode the Hell Warhorse, charged out of the remnant Celestial Bone range, and headed straight to the Skinned Tribe’s settlement to slaughter.

Behind ten thousand Great Innate Demonic Beasts, there could be hundreds of thousands to a million low-realm Innate Demonic Beasts, necessitating a swift sweep like thunder lest it’s too late.

Upon reaching a Skinned Tribe settlement, a single soul was unseen.

The warhorse walked through the settlement, leaving chaos in its wake.

Soon, Zhou Leng reached another Skinned Tribe settlement, again, no one was there.

Zhou Leng frowned slightly, finding the efficiency too low.

So, he casually took out the captured illuminating Demon Spirit Artifact and shone it into the sky.

A beam of white light rose, visible within dozens of miles around.

Placing the Demon Spirit Artifact on the horse back, Zhou Leng galloped swiftly.

After over a hundred kilometers, a silent army of three thousand Skinned Tribe gathered.

The tribes were united.

"Good! Saved me some time."

Zhou Leng put away the Hell Warhorse and took out two captured legendary weapons.

Left hand with a horse-cutting saber, right hand with a Beastman axe, he charged into the Skinned Tribe army like a demon king.

Poisonous arrows, witchcraft, sharp claws, and teeth came in dense waves.

Occasionally, Zhou Leng became a blood-colored whirlwind, arms spread wide, body spinning rapidly, where he passed, saber and axe sliced, Skinned Tribe limbs flew, blood splattered.

Occasionally, he dashed like a large bird swooping down, saber and axe like wings, cutting down demons one after another.

The dynamics of mass battles versus duels were completely different.

Zhou Leng engaged none of the Skinned Tribe, just sped through, swinging and slashing.

After slaying the last Skinned Tribe, Zhou Leng appeared in the center of a vast circular slaughterhouse.

Countless bodies and blood covered the ground, merging into a marsh of blood, corpses paving a plaza of flesh and bone.

His upper body unstained by blood, but his pants below the knees were smeared with thick, dried blood.

Zhou Leng stepped forward, True Qi burst forth, and the dry bloodstains shattered and flew off.

Quickly completing a round, he picked off useful items from the Great Innate corpses, mounted the Hell Warhorse, and headed in a new direction.

"217..."

Zhou Leng silently recorded the number of Great Innates hunted in his mind.

A disaster spread through the Skinned Forest. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

One Skinned Tribe allied army after another lay eternally in blood pools.

After each battle, the icy intent and killing intent in Zhou Leng’s eyes intensified.

The fifth Skinned Tribe allied army arrived, and Zhou Leng stomped the ground and charged in alone.

"900... 920... 930... 1000..."