Archean Eon Art

The geniuses on the dark altar have black mist rising from under their feet and seeping into their bodies.

On the side of the open space, Ji Yuantong also regained his sobriety.

"There are only nine eliminated now?" Ji Yuantong glanced, and his heart sank, "One hundred people, I rank ninety-second?"

How proud he is.

He looked down on his peers since he was a child, and he looked down on all the brothers and sisters in the family, and the family also devoted all their efforts to cultivating him, hoping that the Ji family would produce another powerful demon.

In this Yuanchushan entry assessment, he only regarded 'Meng Chuan' as a competitor. But in the final selection of the last assessment, he was blindsided by a stick, and he was almost at the bottom.

"Their inner will is stronger than mine?" Ji Yuantong looked at the geniuses above, many of whom had never taken the rare treasures of heaven and earth. He didn't pay attention to them before, but these geniuses all While walking up slowly step by step, he had already stopped and was out.

...

"Ji Yuantong's potential will be greatly reduced. I hope that other gods and demons with strong foundations will not have any accidents." The gods and demons watching the battle thought.

Of course, Yuanchu Mountain attaches great importance to those geniuses with strong foundation of gods and demons, high realm, and high combat talent, and hopes that they will not have too fatal shortcomings in the last "inner will".

One after another, geniuses fell down one after another.

"Hahaha……"

Laughter suddenly came from among the gods and demons.

Because among this group of geniuses, the youngest and most immature thirteen-year-old genius 'Yan Chitong' stopped when he reached the 22nd floor, and his eyes became dark. The King of Donghe also smiled and moved Yan Chitong down.

"Xihaihou, your son is very good."

"Yes, it's amazing to be able to walk to the 22nd floor of the Dark Altar at the age of thirteen."

"At the age of thirteen, I'm still in the process of mental growth. It's really outstanding to be able to reach the twenty-second floor." These gods and demons all commented with a smile.

Yan Chitong is still a teenager.

Ji Yuantong is already an adult, an adult, and his mind is generally mature. But it still only reached the seventeenth floor, which really worried many gods and demons.

"It actually lost.

"

Yan Chitong also regained his sobriety. Seeing that there were still a large number of geniuses on the dark altar, he could not help but clenched his fists rather unwillingly, but when he glanced at Ji Yuantong around him, he grinned.

...

Thirty floors was the lowest limit considered by the gods and demons in the early Yuan Dynasty.

Fortunately, the other geniuses they valued most, who had a strong foundation in gods and demons, had passed this minimum limit, and twenty-six out of a hundred geniuses failed to reach the thirtieth floor.

"Ok?"

"Chu Yong also stopped?"

The gods and demons frowned slightly.

The famous first genius of the royal capital, 'Chu Yong', stopped on the thirty-eighth floor, and his eyes became dark, like a sculpture.

Although it has passed the minimum threshold, the result of 'thirty-eight floors' is really mediocre, even belonging to the 'middle and lower reaches' level among a hundred people.

but followed by

Princess Li Ying, and 'Jin Huan', who was second only to Meng Chuan in speed, stopped on the thirty-ninth floor.

"what?"

"The three of them stopped one after another."

King Donghe and others frowned slightly. Except for Yan Chitong, there were only ten gods and demons with extremely strong foundations this time. They were Chu Yong, Yanfeng, Meng Chuan, Yan Jin, Zongsha, Li Ying, Jin Huan, and Ning Yibu, Dong Fang, Ji Yuantong. Except for Yanfeng, the other nine were all extremely talented, and they were cultivated by the family with all their strength.

The realm of practice and the foundation of gods and demons are very high. It is heartbreaking for Ji Yuantong to stop on the seventeenth floor. Chu Yong, Li Ying, and Jin Huan also stopped on the thirty-seventh and eighth floors, and they are only among a hundred people. middle and lower levels.

Soon the most burly 'Dong Fang' stopped on the forty-third floor, belonging to the middle level, ranking around fifty out of a hundred people.

"Half of the ten gods and demons with strong foundations are below the fiftieth floor." The gods and demons looked at it calmly. This was as they expected. The foundation of gods and demons had nothing to do with their inner will. Sixty-one out of 100 geniuses failed to reach the 50th floor, and 5 out of the 10 gods and demons with a strong foundation did not reach the 50th floor. This is a very normal ratio.

time flies.

The geniuses are going up step by step.

Ning Yibu, who stopped on the fifty-ninth floor, was also moved out of the Dark Altar.

"Huh?" After Ning Yibu regained consciousness, he looked up and saw that the slowest remaining geniuses on the dark altar were sixty floors, "There are still eighteen geniuses left on the dark altar."

Among the geniuses he paid attention to, only Meng Chuan, Yan Jin, Zong Sha, and Yan Feng were still walking slowly on the dark altar, which was very difficult.

*****

Meng Chuan felt trapped in a nightmare that was difficult to wake up, but he could sense the existence of his own body. It was like a half-dream, half-awake state.

"It's all an illusion, it's all fake."

"keep walking."

Meng Chuan tried his best to stay awake, with a strong will to control his body so that he could continue walking.

The phantoms kept shrouding, making Meng Chuan feel like falling into the abyss. Many memories began to blur, and real memories and phantoms began to be confused. It seemed that the phantoms were real?

"Be awake, stay awake." Meng Chuan's consciousness was roaring.

"You can't hold on to this illusion? Do you want to kill all the monsters?" Meng Chuan roared in his heart.

He is angry.

Angry himself being affected by the illusion.

But no matter how angry he was, his memory became more blurred and his consciousness sank more. The illusion is more real.

I became a soldier myself, facing the siege of overwhelming monsters with my companions on the battlefield, and the companions around me died one by one.

"I can't stop it, I can't stop it. How can I stop so many monsters by myself, I will be killed." I and my remaining companions were in fear, monsters flooded the sky and covered the sky in countless numbers, and There are very few people of our own. Companions were torn apart one by one, and blood was sprinkled on themselves.

Fear and despair filled my heart.

Finally, I am the only one left on this battlefield! The companions were all dead, and countless monsters rushed towards him ferociously.

There is no hope!

It's over!

"How could this be me?"

"So weak, so afraid! How could it be me?"

A roar sounded in my heart.

That's anger.

Anger at its own weakness, anger at not being yourself!

"Even if I, Meng Chuan, die, I have to kill. If I can kill one, I can kill one, and if I can kill ten, I can kill ten." Meng Chuan's will is roaring, "I, Meng Chuan, will never be afraid of the monster race! I will not even die!"

Meng Chuan's will is condensing, he is getting rid of these illusions, and his sensitivity to the body is getting stronger.

Meng Chuan regained partial sobriety, and his memory was much clearer.

He remembered that he was still walking on the dark altar.

"keep walking."

"In Dongning Mansion, those weak and ordinary people, for the sake of their children, use their bodies to resist the monster's claws."

"Third Elder, for the sake of the young clansmen, use your life to resist."

"Generation after generation, all rush upward."

"I am also one of them, how can I be afraid of the monster race?"

"I once swore to kill all the monster races! Then first kill my own weakness and fear!"

Meng Chuan's will was condensing, and he continued to walk up step by step.