In his heart, a sense of anger surged inexplicably.
Since he began his cultivation, no one had ever pushed him to such a state, except for the struggle for control of his body with Xu Mu during the day!
"He's going all out!"
In the Heavenly Palace, Xu Mu didn't dare to blink, as his life was also at stake.
After probing with every possible means, Gui Bai Tong finally gripped his most proficient hunting knife!
"Clang!"
A white light flashed, and he struck, slashing at the ethereal Great Dao in the void.
The gravity Great Dao, rippling like waves, was severed.
But then, his knife suddenly felt much heavier.
Holding it felt like gripping a mountain, forcing Gui Bai Tong to switch to wielding the knife with both hands.
"Endless,"
He looked up and murmured inwardly.
This Heavenly Wall was like the source of a great river, and the gravity Great Dao was like the rushing current. It was already difficult enough to sever one thread; completely blocking it was impossible.
"Forward!"
He took a deep breath, his legs striding forward, his hands never ceasing their movement, carving out four domains of his blade around him.
The ripples of the gravity Great Dao crashed like a mighty river.
Thus, his slashes had to be as dense as raindrops.
"Swish, swish, swish, swish...!"
Gui Bai Tong's expression was ferocious, his entire being exuding a terrifying aura, his eyes bloodshot.
After an unknown number of swings, perhaps thousands, with a *snap*, he could no longer keep up with the speed of the gravity Great Dao, and his knife flew from his grasp.
"Sword, come!"
With no time to bend down and retrieve it, Gui Bai Tong crouched low and, without hesitation, grasped the hilt of the demonic sword.
"Crack!"
A black meteor streaked across, and he drew his sword, severing countless threads of the gravity Great Dao.
It was a crisp sound, like slicing through a cucumber, with no resistance.
His brow twitched; this sword was far sharper than his knife!
His confidence surged, and killing intent flared within him.
If the river's flow could not be severed, what about its source?
He gazed at the majestic Heavenly Wall before him, took a deep breath, and tightened his grip on the sword.
If he could withstand it, he was about to do something treasonous.
Since he couldn't cut off the river, he would cut off the Heavenly Wall itself!
...
In the arena, everyone felt the heavenly might emanating from the center, their faces filled with awe.
It was only when Xu Mu entered the arena that they truly comprehended the terror of this Heavenly Wall.
The gravity intensified exponentially; merely perceiving it was enough to make their souls tremble.
The central area was forbidden; violators would die, as it turned out.
It had been nearly an hour since they had entered this place. Those capable of passing the trial had long since ascended to the second floor.
Currently, on the first floor, only a few Domain Lords chose to remain and meditate on the Great Dao, foregoing the competition for sacred relics.
However, even these Domain Lords were astonished by Xu Mu's inexhaustible techniques as they looked at him.
After wind and fire came lightning, and the golden light flowing on his body was of an unknown nature.
After the knife fell, a sword appeared… Even under such immense pressure, he still moved forward with difficulty and defiance; how astonishing was this!
If they faced such a situation in the fourth stage, could they resist?
Everyone looked at the young man's wild, dancing hair, felt the pressure of that space, and then shook their heads.
If it were them, whether in the fifth or fourth stage, their fate would be as tragic as that pool of blood at the beginning.
Moreover, in the face of hundreds of thousands of times gravity, whether one could pass or not had little to do with their cultivation realm.
This was a pressure determined by the cultivator's own strength; unless one had the power to disregard the rules entirely, all realms, third, fourth, and fifth, were the same.
In that case, perhaps an ordinary person without special abilities might have a slightly better chance of passing.
Of course, that would still require them to have comprehended the gravity Great Dao; otherwise, they would be crushed into meat paste!
"He's making a move again!"
Someone exclaimed. Xu Mu's hair flew wildly, his entire body radiating immense power, his eyes sharp and terrifying, like a true demon god, as he took several more steps forward.
"Die!"
He roared, slashing down with his sword. The ink-black sword energy tore apart the gravity from all directions.
Then, it shot out in all directions.
"Quick, dodge!"
Some cultivators who hadn't reacted in time were tackled by their companions, their faces filled with fear.
In that instant, he had almost been killed by the overflowing sword energy!
"So terrifying!"
Everyone looked around. Xu Mu's sword energy had broken through the encirclement and forcefully struck the Heavenly Wall in all directions.
"Rumble!"
The Heavenly Wall resonated, etched with several shallow sword marks.
Then, for a brief moment, there was no gravity.
Xu Mu seized the opportunity, quickly advancing three steps before abruptly halting.
The Heavenly Wall seemed enraged. It sensed the provocation, and the gravity emanating from it increased again, surging by nearly two hundred thousand times!
"Be careful!"
Charles cried out. The change was too sudden; it was no longer a steady increase.
He saw the sword energy unleashed by the demonic sword in the space being forcibly pressed back by the gravity!
"Squelch!"
Innumerable small and dangerous bloodstains appeared, the wounds resembling dense fish scales.
While his blade unleashed a storm, blood poured from him like a torrent.
"Damn it!"
Gui Bai Tong felt the pain, perhaps more humiliation, and let out an enraged and tragic howl.
He was now only five steps away from the staircase.
But these five steps were as difficult as climbing to heaven.
His flesh and blood were pierced by the bones protruding in all directions.
His internal organs cracked inch by inch, spilling forth blood, some red, some green.
The piercing pain, both internal and external collapse, was unbearable. He could no longer hold on.
"Scratch!"
The demonic sword was thrust into the ground. Gui Bai Tong controlled his body, kneeling on one knee, his already bowed posture sinking lower.
It seemed he would be pressed flat against the ground at any second.
"It's over!"
The surrounding cultivators, both amazed and regretful.
Today, they were witnessing history.
A young man, potentially with greater talent than Ji Chang, was about to perish!
"Excellent, this brat is seeking his own death!"
Beside the railing on the eighth floor, Vilitan's soul roared with excitement.
His greatest enemy, Xu Mu, was finally going to die today!
Seeing this, the other demon god soul avatars beside him sighed,
"Indeed, he's going to die. A pity."
"His physical body, even in my era of demons, would have been an invincible existence."
"Moreover, I also sensed two Great Daos within him: space and gravity."
The demon god shook his head in amazement. The Great Dao of Space, even in their era of gods and demons, few deities could comprehend it. It was revered as one of the Four Supreme Laws of the Great Dao.
But Xu Mu could.
And the most terrifying part was that he had also learned the Great Dao of Gravity.
He learned it after entering this palace.
In less than an hour.
The demon god's heart grew heavy. Even they, born from chaos, did not comprehend the Dao so quickly, or perhaps even slower.
The speed of this person's methods and the terrifying nature of his talent were exceptionally rare even in their time.
Back then, human prodigies could freely cultivate Dao methods as long as their talent was sufficient.
The powerful Dao Ancestor could master three thousand Great Daos.
But now, let alone mastering three thousand Great Daos, even awakening two special abilities earned one the title of genius. How ridiculous.
"This is a worthy opponent."
The demon god nodded. He had always respected all strong individuals.
Of course, except for Fuxi, who had sealed him.
"What's the point of having good talent? Ultimately, it's I who will survive!"
Vilitan forgot his own identity and stared at the scene below with venomous hatred.
This person had repeatedly thwarted his plans.
He had been driven to this state by this very person!
Vilitan's expression was grim. Although he had gained a greater opportunity by following the demon god.
But as a human, who could understand the pain of being without a physical body?
"You survive because you are lucky."
"Otherwise, even if you possessed the Heavenly Book, he would be someone you could never defeat in your lifetime!"
The demon god's voice vibrated in Vilitan's sea of consciousness, like thunder.
The latter realized something was amiss and quickly trembled, prostrating himself and saying:
"My Lord Demon God, you are correct!"
"Hmph," the demon god looked at Vilitan as if he were an old dog.
He began to doubt how such a foolish person could possess a treasure like the Heavenly Book.
Did the leader of that Golden Tent Royal Court only manage to steal the Heavenly Book due to carelessness?
"Someone like him, if born in that era, might have been the second Fuxi, or the second Dao Ancestor."
"But unfortunately, he has no more opportunities."
With this thought, the demon god felt a sense of peace.
No matter who Xu Mu was, or how heaven-defying his talent, once dead, he remained dead.
All that was left was to kill that silver-haired young man of unknown origin but equally dangerous, and then wait for these people to break the seal for him, and he could finally escape.
As he mused on his grand ambitions, the demon god's smile suddenly froze.
Only now did he recall something.
When he had controlled Ji Chang's body, deceived everyone, and was about to break through the defensive array, a person had suddenly appeared, wielding a long sword, and stabbed him in the stomach.
The speed was so great that even he, a fifth-stage soul avatar, was taken by surprise.
Because before that, he had not sensed any trace of special ability or any aura of danger.
It was as if he had appeared out of nowhere and then stabbed him.
And the person who stabbed him seemed to have entered this place as well, hiding in the darkness, completely still!
...
"Impossible..."
In a corner unnoticed by anyone, a pair of agate-like blue eyes were hidden.
These were Yan Yu's eyes, who had just been discovered by the demon god. He looked at Xu Mu, his disbelief palpable.
He had initially thought he had found Fuxi's successor.
Now, however, the person was on the verge of death.
This made him doubt himself.
Could it be that he had made a mistake?
How could Fuxi's successor die within a formation laid by Fuxi himself? How absurd!
"Is there any way to help him?"
Yan Yu whispered, but the darkness around him was empty. He didn't know who he was speaking to.
Then, a distant and ancient voice echoed from within his skull.
"No need to help."
"He seems to have... more than one sacred relic."
Upon hearing this, Yan Yu fell silent.
There were only eight sacred relics in the world. If all were gathered, one could find the lost continent of Tethys and uncover the secret of the Revelation power.
Half of the Heavenly Book could shake a significant portion of the cultivation world, prompting countless powerful individuals to vie for it.
At this moment, the entity in his mind told him that Xu Mu possessed two sacred relics?
"Observe further."
"If he is not Fuxi's successor, then we shall seize this sacred relic!"