APTnovel Chapter 655 is finally here! We've been waiting for a whole week!
Chapter 655 is finally here! We've been waiting for a whole week!
The seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
During these long and tedious seven days, Lin Hanzhou witnessed firsthand the fierce battles that broke out in the other four passages.
It was a true great battle. In the various trial spaces, more than 120 quasi-emperors at the peak of their power fought a brutal and inhuman battle for the only spot to enter the Heavenly Heart Palace.
The Great Wall at Diguan Pass has been built with bones since ancient times.
In the scene, large swathes of dark red ground were smashed and disintegrated by various world-destroying imperial spells.
A quasi-emperor from another race, whose body was covered in black scales, had his physical body shattered by a single strike from a black-armored guard, and even his soul was unable to escape.
Some ancient living fossils of the human race, on the verge of exhaustion, chose to self-destruct their quasi-emperor origins, dragging several competitors around them into an abyss of no return.
Lin Hanzhou watched quietly, his eyes showing not the slightest ripple.
At this moment, he was like a transcendent god, standing at the end of time, coldly watching the ants of the mortal world struggle desperately for a vague hope.
However, as the seventh day approached, the impatience in Lin Hanzhou's eyes became increasingly apparent.
"It's so slow it's getting frustrating..."
Lin Hanzhou straightened up slightly and snorted coldly.
He knew perfectly well that the reason the final winners in those four passages didn't appear until the very last day was no coincidence, but because they arrived right at the last minute.
This is precisely the inviolable law established by the Imperial Pass and the Great Wall since ancient times:
All those who attempt to enter the Imperial Pass Great Wall must pass the test and be teleported to the Heavenly Heart Palace within seven days.
If they fail to arrive within seven days, they will be automatically disqualified from continuing the competition, and the teleportation platforms at the end of their respective passages will completely lose their spatial transmission function.
If it weren't for this inviolable rule, the victors of the fierce battles that had just taken place in the four passages would probably have wanted to linger there a little longer.
After all, what severe challenges did they face in those short seven days?
Not only must he single-handedly shatter the terrifying black-armored guard, but he must also ruthlessly defeat all the quasi-emperors at the peak of their respective realms in the ensuing chaotic battle.
Under such continuous and excessive bloody battles, even if they are geniuses with individual strength that is extremely high, they will inevitably suffer serious injuries or excessive consumption of the source of the laws within their bodies.
Normally, after defeating all their opponents, they would choose to stay put and use all sorts of rare and precious materials to heal their injuries and recover to their peak condition before moving on to the next level.
Because everyone knows that entering the Heavenly Heart Palace means the start of the final battle.
To enter the battlefield covered in wounds is tantamount to courting death.
But reality forced them to drag their exhausted bodies and, under the pressure of the deadline, grit their teeth and activate the teleportation.
Om-!
Just as the last ray of starlight streaked across the dome on the seventh day, the Heavenly Heart Hall, which had been silent for seven days, suddenly trembled violently.
At almost the same time, unparalleled spatial fluctuations erupted from four different locations in front of the main hall.
Rumble!
As the four dazzling beams of spatial light slowly dissipated, they revealed four powerful figures inside, exuding overwhelming pressure yet faintly revealing signs of weakness and fatigue.
These four individuals were the supreme powerhouses who survived the long and arduous battles, stepping over countless quasi-emperors' corpses, and ultimately emerging victorious from the other four passages.
The moment the four appeared, the atmosphere in the entire hall instantly became extremely tense.
Almost simultaneously, they instinctively released their respective protective divine lights, vigilantly locking onto those around them.
Lin Hanzhou stood on the high steps, looking down at the four people.
An old monk, draped in a dark red, blood-stained robe, was emaciated, his hands clasped together, surrounded by a faint golden aura of Arhat.
Another dragon demon lord from the Ancestral Court of Ten Thousand Demons had a pair of ferocious purple-gold dragon horns on his head, a burly body, and his body was covered with large patches of broken dragon scales, with dragon blood soaking through his armor.
There was also an ancient god, the previous god-king, with a head full of wildly dancing silver hair, a majestic yet aged face, and a vision of the destruction of the divine kingdom faintly visible in his eyes. His aura was sharp yet chaotic.
The last woman, aloof and cold, wore a plain white dress stained with large patches of glaring blood. Her face was as pale as snow, and she carried a dark blue zither on her back, exuding an aura of vicissitude.
These four beings, if placed in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths of the outside world, would all be supreme ancestors capable of establishing an immortal lineage and being worshipped day and night by countless living beings.
But at this moment, each of them bore clearly visible scars.
After the four men stood still, without any hesitation, they immediately began to sized each other up and be wary.
"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the Dragon Demon Lord and Fellow Daoist God Lord would also successfully reach this place. Well done, well done."
The old monk clasped his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant, but his cloudy eyes shone with a chilling Buddhist light, devoid of any compassion befitting a monk.
"Hmph, you bald monk, stop pretending."
The Dragon Demon Lord spat out a mouthful of blood, his savage dragon eyes filled with icy killing intent.
However, before the tense atmosphere between the four of them could fully erupt...
Step, step, step.
A series of clear, steady footsteps, seemingly imbued with some strange magic, suddenly drifted slowly from above the white jade steps in the center of the main hall.
The footsteps weren't loud, but in an instant, they forcibly attracted the spiritual senses of the four peak Quasi-Emperor experts.
The four people's expressions changed slightly, and they all turned their heads to look up the steps.
Only at this moment did they realize with horror that a young man in black was already standing quietly high up in the Tianxin Hall, which they thought was empty.
The young man stood tall and straight, his expressionless face fixed on the high place.
His expression was like that of an audience member who had been sitting under the stage for a long time, watching four comedians who arrived late.
"You just arrived..."
Lin Hanzhou stood on the steps, letting out a helpless sigh, and rubbing his aching temples with both hands.
His voice echoed through the empty bronze hall, carrying a deep sense of weariness.
"I have been waiting for you in this godforsaken place for a whole week."
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the vast Tianxin Hall instantly froze into an eerie stillness.
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, the dragon demon lord's golden dragon eyes suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.
Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable surge of violent energy erupted from its body, shaking the void and creating countless dense cracks.
It looked at Lin Hanzhou, its anger turning into a cruel laugh, its eyes filled with disdain and a chilling snort:
"Utterly arrogant! You brat, who do you think you are? How dare you speak so presumptuously before us!"
In the eyes of the Dragon Clan Demon Lord, the mysterious and unknown human youth in black before him was nothing more than a charade.