Dragon Yuan plus system, I, Emperor Shi Tian, ​​sweep across the heavens

The moment he stepped out of the passage, the scene before him made him gasp and his eyes narrowed slightly.

There is no longer pure darkness ahead.

A strange dark red light, as if soaked in blood, filled the entire space.

The source of this light is unknown, but it makes this place look like a bloody hell.

What was even more creepy was that he seemed to be in a huge structure made up of countless intersecting corridors.

The walls of these corridors are not flat stone walls, but... are covered with countless twisted and protruding outlines.

Those outlines, indistinct under the dark red light, looked like countless painful, desperate, screaming faces that were forcibly imprisoned within the wall. It was also like the wall itself had life and was slowly wriggling, trying to break free from some kind of restraints.

A breeze blew by, bringing with it an even stronger smell of blood, mixed with a sickening sweetness.

The sound of the wind echoed in the complex corridors, and it sounded like countless wronged souls crying softly, or like a demon whispering in one's ear.

"What the hell is this place?!"

Emperor Shitian slowly glanced around, the source of chaos surging in his body, resisting the invisible corrosive force.

He could feel that the air here was filled with an extremely negative energy that could easily arouse people's deepest fears and desires.

Saints are detached from the world, and ordinary situations naturally have no effect on their state of mind. However, saints are not without desires and are also subject to various temptations.

Here, everyone's fears and desires will expand infinitely until they are completely submerged in them.

Indra stepped forward without any hesitation, raised the Tianque sword diagonally, and slashed out with an unparalleled sharp edge.

boom!

The roar was deafening, and the bloody maze was falling apart at a speed visible to the naked eye under the shocking sword of Emperor Shitian.

The scarlet walls broke into pieces, and those twisted faces screamed silently during the collapse, eventually turning into blood-red dust all over the sky.

The strong smell of murderous intent and blood had not yet dissipated when it was swept away and diluted by the violent airflow brought about by the disintegration of the maze.

This sword was the pinnacle of Emperor Shitian's full unleashing of his strength. It had already reached the realm of Chaos Saint and was extremely powerful.

The collapse of the bloody maze directly affected the space below the 80th floor, and a chaotic tide of time and space swept out.

The passages between the floors were actually twisted by the impact, and then began to collapse one after another.

"Hurry up! This place is going to collapse!" Xiao Zhan roared, his voice hoarse and distorted due to his previous madness and current fear.

He was covered in blood, and in his red eyes, besides the rage that had not yet subsided, there was more of a sense of horror at having survived a calamity.

He just couldn't understand how the maze that seemed indestructible and could infinitely amplify negative emotions could just... break?

Zi Jian and Mo Han, one on the left and one on the right, almost carried the frightened Fairy Russell, and ran for their lives in the passage where rubble and blood-colored crystals kept falling.

Farther away, Leng Wuchen and the others had stern expressions and tightly pursed lips. They stared at the calm figure in front of them - Emperor Shitian, with turbulent waves surging in their hearts.

He could see clearly that the sword was not just a simple burst of energy, but a manifestation of... the supreme will!

This is beyond their understanding of power.

Wu Lingyue looked up at the sky and happened to see Emperor Shitian's sword cutting through the maze.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and she thought to herself, "The will to fight has solidified... He actually achieved the legendary realm!"

The fighting spirit takes shape, the supreme will!

That was a description that only existed in ancient books, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today.

"Boom!"

With one final loud bang, the core of the maze was completely annihilated. A blinding light flashed, revealing a deep entrance leading to the 81st floor.

At the same time, countless bloody wills were drawn and gathered behind Indra, forming a swirling bloody mist.

In the mist, countless blurry figures could be vaguely seen struggling and roaring, as if they were the heroic souls who had fallen on the battlefield in the past, awakened by the extreme fighting spirit of Emperor Shitian and followed him.

These old fighting spirits have no ill intentions; they are more like a resonance, an instinctive following and worship of a powerful fighting spirit.

Indra could feel their indomitable spirit, bravery, and the purest desire for battle.

This breath made the mark of fighting spirit in his body more active, as if it had received some kind of nourishment.

"The will to fight is immortal, the will lasts forever..." Emperor Shitian whispered softly, realizing the inheritance contained in the will to fight.

He understood that this was not just a slogan, but the true meaning of power.

After a moment, he ignored the resentful, fearful, or solemn gazes of the people below and took a step towards the deep entrance leading to the 81st floor.

The moment he stepped in, the swirling blood mist behind him suddenly surged up, and the phantoms of countless fighting spirits seemed to condense into substance, emitting silent roars that shocked the soul, and followed closely behind him, sinking into the bottomless dark passage together.

The passage was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. Only Emperor Shitian himself and the blood mist behind him emitted a faint, heart-pounding glow.

He could feel the laws of space fluctuating slightly, as if some kind of transformation was taking place.

The darkness ahead was no longer pure nothingness, but began to spread with an ancient, time-worn, and somewhat deadly atmosphere.

One step, two steps...

The feeling under my feet gradually changed from nothingness to solidity.

The air around him also began to become stagnant, as if invisible pressure was squeezing in from all directions.

Emperor Shitian's eyes flickered slightly. He could feel that the speed of the chaotic source power in his body slowed down slightly after entering this place, as if it had encountered some invisible resistance.

However, the fighting spirit of the God of War, which had just been absorbed and not yet fully refined, became unusually active at this moment, running through his limbs and bones, exuding emotions of desire and excitement.

He walked forward slowly, his steps steady and calm.

The corridor is not long. After about a hundred feet, the front suddenly opens up.

It was a vast space with no end in sight.

And in the center of this space, a palace that is magnificent beyond imagination stands quietly.

The entire palace was not built of gold or stone, but seemed to be made of fire itself.

A strange, burning pale golden flame outlined the outline of the temple, the walls, beams, and dome...

Every detail leaps and rises in this pale golden flame, exuding an ancient, sacred and soul-stirring breath.

The flame is silent, but it seems to contain the hottest and purest power since the beginning of the world.

Emperor Shitian's pupils shrank slightly. He could feel that from the depths of the hall of pale golden flames, there came a will as vast as the ocean, and... an indescribable call.

The real trial of the God of War seems to have just begun.

And this hall burning with pale golden flames is the entrance to the trial, or... the core?

Inside the 81st floor hall, terrifying flames burned everything. Pure and overbearing fighting spirit flowed in the air, oppressing the nerves of every intruder like a physical entity.

Indra practiced his skills, trying his best to resist the ubiquitous flames and fighting spirit, and the black and white divine patterns began to dim.

Blackened cracks covered his entire body, and the pale golden heart fire of the God of War was like a maggot attached to his bones, burning mercilessly in every corner of his body.

The fire in the God of War's heart not only burned his body, but also eroded his will. The blood in his body surged, and his internal organs were severely shaken.