The slaughter was still ongoing. Ye Chen continued to strike, carrying out a powerful and ruthless massacre against the trialists within the Divine Spirit's Small World. Blood stained the earth, corpses lay strewn about, narrating this massacre that belonged to one man alone.
Numerous trialists were fleeing for their lives, wailing and crying incessantly, tears and snot flowing together. Many were even scared to the point of losing control of their bowels, emitting a foul stench.
Some threatened Ye Chen, denouncing his heartless actions, saying they would surely bring fatal disaster upon him in the future, and that even after leaving the Divine Spirit's Small World, the Tian Du Academy would dispatch super experts to suppress and kill him.
But Ye Chen was unafraid. To those people, he left a calm and indifferent remark: "I'll be waiting."
How arrogant and domineering was this? He simply feared nothing.
In the affairs of the world, every cause has its effect. If these people hadn't taken the initiative to attack, he wouldn't have carried out this massacre.
Although Ye Chen hated trouble the most, it didn't mean he was afraid of it. On the contrary, he always maintained the attitude of "If others do not offend me, I will not offend them. If others offend me, I will repay them tenfold."
This had always been his attitude, never fearing anything.
During this period, the princes and princesses of the Dragon Soar Empire and the Jiuhua Empire had also taken action. They summoned their Martial God Dao Weapons, leading numerous trialists in resistance.
But all of this was futile. Because Ye Chen manifested his Glazed Golden Body, an indestructible golden form. He closed in and clashed head-on with the Martial God Dao Weapons, and with a flick of his finger, he extinguished the divine radiance blooming from the Dao Weapons, preventing their revival. He then collected and suppressed them within his internal space.
Afterwards, he unleashed the Spirit Rhinoceros Sword Finger, effortlessly and mercilessly suppressing and killing these princes and princesses of the super empires, turning them into clouds of blood mist that spread, filling the air with the scent of blood.
Xia Teng, Vivian, and Princess Hong Rong, who had been watching all this, remained silent. Although Ye Chen's methods were bloody and terrifying, all of this was brought upon those people by themselves. If they hadn't attacked Ye Chen earlier, it wouldn't have come to this.
Heaven's calamities can still be survived.
Self-inflicted calamities cannot be survived!
Half a day later, the Divine Spirit's Small World, which had been filled with miserable cries, wails, denunciations, and curses, finally fell silent, becoming empty and desolate.
Because almost all the trialists had been killed by him. Corpses littered the wilderness. The small world no longer resembled the paradise it was when they first entered. Blood stained almost every corner, corpses lay strewn on the ground, and even the broken ancient halls were steeped in blood.
Over three hundred trialists, each one a Xiantian cultivator, even including Hundred Strong Trialists, had been slaughtered just like that. Only an empty and bloody Divine Spirit's Small World remained.
Ye Chen stood tall in the void. His clothes were as clean as ever, spotless, flowing with golden radiance, like a deity. An aura of "clothes unstained by blood, the Dao vast and boundless" circulated around him, drawing distant gazes.
On a clean hill, the grass was as lush as ever. That was where Yang Miaoxue stood, unaffected by the carnage. Ye Chen had intentionally spared her.
He had an indescribable, subtle relationship with this woman, and thus was unwilling to harm her.
Yang Miaoxue gazed at Ye Chen from afar with complex eyes, letting out a silent sigh. Then she turned and left, passing through the passageway. Neither the Thirteenth Prince nor Vivian stopped her, letting her go.
Just before leaving, Vivian and she exchanged a glance, their eyes holding profound meaning, worthy of deep thought.
Ye Chen took a single step to the passageway. Vivian felt somewhat apologetic and said, "Brother Ye Chen, I'm sorry for letting Yang Shaoqi and the others escape."
While Ye Chen was carrying out the massacre, Yang Shaoqi and his group had long since quickly revived their Martial God Dao Weapons, struck with all their might, blasted away the demonic flood dragon, swiftly charged towards the passageway, repelled Xia Teng and the others, and then turned and fled.
Ye Chen said, "It's fine. They can't escape. They will be caught eventually."
His words were filled with immense confidence, utterly unafraid that those people could escape, because he had sufficient certainty that he could capture them all.
At this moment, Xia Yang was sitting cross-legged on the Dao platform within the sacred lotus. Dao charm overflowed as he refined the vast energy within the Blood Pill and the demonic core of the Golden Crimson Sand Scorpion King, undergoing a breakthrough.
When Xia Yang emerged from seclusion, he might become a true Martial God powerhouse. His strength would advance by leaps and bounds, improving significantly.
But Ye Chen knew that in his current state, Xia Yang couldn't possibly succeed in breaking through in less than half a month; he needed some time.
He took out several of the collected Martial God Dao Weapons and gave them to Xia Teng and the others, saying, "All of you stay here. If anything happens, you can use the Martial God Dao Weapons to act. I believe as long as the Checkpoint Masters or even the elders of the Tian Du Academy don't intervene, nothing can harm you. Also, demonic flood dragon, you stay here too and protect their safety."
The demonic flood dragon let out a low roar, appearing very docile.
Subsequently, Ye Chen casually manifested three Dao platforms and gave them to them. They could use these to comprehend the Dao and enhance their cultivation, which would be of great help for their future attainment of the Martial God realm.
At the very least, each Dao platform was equivalent to a Heavenly God powerhouse continuously imparting the Great Dao, allowing the few of them to directly sense the Great Dao of the Heavenly God realm. In the future, even if they bravely broke through to the Heavenly God realm, they would take far fewer detours than others, reaching that realm more easily.
Of course, wanting to become a true Heavenly God powerhouse wasn't something achievable with just a Dao platform. After all, no matter how good the Dao platform was, it was merely an external object. What one could truly rely on was always one's own efforts to reach that step.
"Farewell. See you at the end of the Trial Path."
Ye Chen bid farewell and strode away. He was going to hunt down Yang Shaoqi and these young talents from the super forces, leaving none alive.
In a moment, he traversed the long passageway. There were no dangers; they had long been cleared. Then, light filled his vision as he left the Divine Spirit's Small World.
Before his eyes was a dazzling expanse of snowy white. The originally scorching, boundless thousand-li desert of crimson sand was now covered by endless ice and snow, pure white, with snowflakes constantly drifting down from the sky.
In the void, wisps of pale, cold fire still faintly floated, emitting icy cold air, with cold mist drifting in patches.
Ye Chen sensed the fluctuations of the pale cold fire and came to a realization. He understood that the "Dao" left behind by Xia Zhidi earlier, which had mostly dissipated, had now revived, transforming into a sky-spanning sea of white flames that blotted out the sky and covered the earth. The extreme cold temperature had turned this place into an arctic snowfield.
Ye Chen sighed softly. Truly worthy of being the legendary Heavenly King of a generation, Xia Zhidi. Even though his Dao had mostly dissipated over ten thousand years, it could still revive in an instant. Such methods of a peak Heavenly King far surpassed imagination.
He sat cross-legged in the void. From between his brows, streams of brilliant light radiated out. His divine sense spread out, covering the sky and earth, searching for the residual auras of Yang Shaoqi and the others in the world. Under his divine sense, nothing could hide. Some traces appeared, and then he determined their direction, revealing a cold smile: "You can't escape."
Whoosh—
Ye Chen set off with great strides, leaping dozens to a hundred zhang at a time. The snowy plain rapidly receded behind him as he charged towards the thirteenth checkpoint, because those few people had fled in that direction.
He understood Yang Shaoqi and his group's intention: they wanted to flee to the end point. That way, they would have no fear of Ye Chen's pursuit. There were probably powerhouses from several super forces waiting there to receive them.
But would Ye Chen allow them to escape to the end point?
Obviously not.
At the same time, high up in the lofty sky, the great sun hung in the air. The Supreme Old Academy Head, sitting within the origin, occasionally cast his gaze down upon that icy plain, and even towards the portal of the Divine Spirit's Small World. That powerful "Dao" had not completely dissipated yet, leaving him somewhat helpless, unable to explore everything inside.
He couldn't forcefully explore it. The aura of that "Dao" was unimaginably powerful. He even suspected it was a Dao left behind by an existence surpassing the Divine Spirit realm; otherwise, how could it be so strong?
However, when Yang Shaoqi and the others had escaped from the Divine Spirit's Small World earlier, the Supreme Old Academy Head had learned of it. His vast divine sense had silently explored the consciousness seas of the four individuals. This was the supreme method of a Divine Spirit; even probing another's consciousness sea, the other party couldn't sense it.
Through their consciousness seas, he immediately learned many things: that the Dao-mark divine bottle contained priceless Great Dao Blood, that the mysterious Fairy Caiyun was powerful, and that Ye Chen had carried out a bloody massacre, costing the lives of hundreds of trialists.
But at this moment, seeing Ye Chen leave, he did not stop him at all. He only let out a silent sigh and did not hinder Ye Chen's continued pursuit. Because he hoped to use this Trial Path to separate the wheat from the chaff, to select the true talents.
Although many young geniuses had died, including many young generations valued by various forces, even young heirs of major powers, the emergence of a peerless talent like Ye Chen was worth it for them.
Because in the future, they would need such peerless talents to fight alongside them.
The Slaying the Heavens war relied not on quantity, but on quality. True supreme powerhouses needed to emerge.
No matter how many Heavenly Gods there were, they couldn't compare to the importance of a single Divine Spirit.
The potential Ye Chen had currently displayed was already on par with the most dazzling talents and heroes sealed away by those super forces since ancient times. This filled the Supreme Old Academy Head's heart with both helplessness and pleasant surprise. In the future, as long as he didn't die unexpectedly, achieving the status of a Supreme Divine Spirit would be a matter of course. Then, the Tian Du Continent would gain another powerful new combat force, which was extremely important for the upcoming Slaying the Heavens plan.
However, the fact that so many trialists had been killed, an event that could be called a massacre, was destined not to be buried. Once it erupted, it was possible that countless forces across the entire Tian Du Continent would condemn Ye Chen.
That would be the real major trouble.
The Supreme Old Academy Head was already contemplating countermeasures. Obviously, he couldn't let a peerless talent like Ye Chen perish. What was needed now was a foolproof plan.
And on this day, the Trial Path was thoroughly shaken, and the storm even swept across the Tian Du Continent, causing an unprecedented uproar.
The key to all of this pointed to one person—
Ye Chen!