I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

A crack hangs in the sky.

Its length is over 100,000 kilometers, spanning half of the Earth's atmosphere.

The power at the rule level represents the scepter of the next era.

The leaders of all factions were well aware that whoever was the first to step into that ruin would be able to unearth from this ancient mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood the secrets that could change the fate of their race.

By seizing the initiative, one can have the power of life and death in this catastrophe.

However, apprehension also hangs like a dark cloud over the heads of major global powers.

Rules are above all else.

The dangers inside are completely unknown, and no one even knows the conditions for entering.

Acting rashly may not only result in nothing, but could also lead to death.

On the ruins of the Tianyou Mine, Shen Tian looked up at the dim yellow sky.

The eighteen auras of laws on the surface of the Asura Holy Armor have been contained.

He pondered to himself that even a peak ninth-tier Brahma could only squeeze through an unclosed gap to enter an ancient secret realm of this level.

If it were done through normal channels, there would definitely be a rigorous screening mechanism.

Ouyang Qianjue stood with one hand behind his back, his cloth robes fluttering in the wind: "When faced with an opportunity, there are always people who can't resist."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a strange change occurred at the northern horizon of Blue Star.

In the far north, temperatures plummeted.

The thick atmosphere was torn apart by a brutal force.

A towering ice giant, 30,000 meters tall, shattered tens of thousands of kilometers of clouds, rising like a mountain range straight towards the rift in the sky that stretched for hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

This is Taimu, an ancient leader of the Ice Giant race.

A terrifying existence at the late stage of the ninth rank.

As Taimu rises ten thousand meters higher, the surrounding spatial barriers groan in despair, unable to withstand his immense mass.

Vast swathes of void collapsed, transforming into black spatial turbulence.

"A divine favor has befallen us! Today, our Icefield Giant race shall claim the victory!"

Taimu's roar transformed into visible white sonic boom circles, spreading outwards in layers, shattering the clouds high in the sky for tens of thousands of miles around.

The urgency of someone in the late stage of the ninth rank is understandable.

Having reached this level, it's simply impossible to advance further using the existing resources of Earth.

The broken continent above him, permeated with rules, was his only chance.

On the icy plains below, Tuoba Lie and the other prodigies of the Northern Cold Kingdom looked up at the towering figure that blotted out the sky.

Just as Taimu was less than a thousand miles from the crack.

The dim, yellow light suddenly began to churn.

Deep within the crack, a black stone tablet, stretching 100,000 meters in length, slowly emerges, carrying the weight and desolation of millions of years.

The stone tablet is entirely black, with no words carved on its surface, only countless hazy rules flowing and intertwining inside.

As the stone tablet descended, an invisible wave emanated from it and spread outwards.

A wave of energy swept across Taimu's massive 30,000-meter-tall body from top to bottom.

After the fluctuation swept over, the rule chains on the stone tablet showed no reaction.

The barrier that stretched between heaven and earth showed no sign of being opened.

Tai Mu's forward momentum was abruptly halted a thousand miles away, as if he had crashed into an insurmountable chasm.

Refuse.

He does not meet the requirements to enter the crack.

Taimu hovered in mid-air, his azure pupils surging with barely suppressed rage.

He was a powerful figure in the late stage of the ninth rank, with a long lifespan. He had torn apart countless powerful enemies with his bare hands and was the supreme ruler of the entire far north ice plain.

Now, a great opportunity is right before my eyes, but it is blocked at the door by a cold, broken stone.

He absolutely could not accept this outcome.

"I'd like to see how much of my strength you, a lifeless object, can withstand!"

Tai Mu roared to the sky, and the Frost Law of the late ninth rank erupted from his body.

The power of heaven and earth within a radius of millions of miles was forcibly drained and gathered entirely in his hands.

A blinding, eerie blue light shone in the sky, like a supernova suddenly exploding.

A 40,000-meter-long frost battle axe was rapidly formed in Taimu's hands.

On the surface of the battle axe, countless frost laws materialized into solidified chains, lowering the surrounding temperature to a level sufficient to freeze everything.

The superposition of pure physical power and the laws.

Taimu gripped the battle axe with both hands, exerted force from his waist, and brought down the invisible wall of rules in front of him with terrifying power capable of cleaving a small continent.

The trajectory of the falling axe blade left a dark spatial fault stretching for thousands of miles.

On Earth, countless eyes were fixed on this attack.

King Canglan stood atop the snow-capped mountain, his eyes reflecting the azure light of the axe that had cleaved the heavens and the earth.

The 40,000-meter-long Frost Battle Axe, carrying the full killing power of a late-stage ninth-tier weapon, slashed at the gray wall.

There was no shockwave from the collision, and no debris from the shattering of space.

Starting from the axe blade, the indestructible, dark blue ice armor crumbled inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rules are the cornerstone of the universe.

The gap between the two is like that between a firefly and the bright moon.

Taimu's eyes widened instantly, and his pupils contracted violently.

A vast and abyss-like aura of destruction surged upwards along the battle axe.

"retreat!"

His fighting instincts kicked in with a piercing alarm, and he tried to loosen his grip and retreat.

But it was too late.

On the surface of the black stone tablet, a hazy, gray chain of rules suddenly detached from the tablet, transforming into a streak of light that easily pierced through the remaining handle of the Frost Battle Axe and directly entered Tai Mu's right arm.

This wisp of light looked delicate and weak, but the moment it entered Tai Mu's body, it unleashed a destructive force capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Click—click—

Tai Mu's right arm, which was a thousand meters thick, was covered with the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Mystic Ice Armor, which was said to be unbreakable even at the ninth level.

At this moment, the ice armor bulged outwards from the inside and then burst open one after another.

The power of rules surged through his flesh and blood, obliterating the Ice Giant's proud ninth-tier origin wherever it passed.

"ah--!"

Taimu let out a piercing scream, his voice filled with panic.

In the span of a single breath, his right arm, along with half of his shoulder, was completely shattered by the backlash of this power of the rules.

The massive body lost its balance and, like a meteorite with a broken string, plummeted straight down from outside the atmosphere.

The remains crashed deep into the far north ice field, the immense kinetic energy shattering the ice layer for thousands of miles around, and stirring up a mushroom cloud of ice and snow tens of thousands of feet high.

The world is deathly silent.

Whether they were the strongest human warriors or the dormant giants of other races, they all felt a chill to the bone at this moment.

A powerful overlord at the late stage of the ninth rank, a strongman who was only one step away from the ceiling of Blue Star's combat power, did not even touch the main body of the stone tablet. He was only attacked by the backlash of the overflowing power of the rules and was half dead.

This is the power of rules!

Domineering, cruel, and leaving no room for negotiation.

King Canglan gasped, his azure eyes flashing incessantly.

A cold wind blew across the sky above the Tianyou mineral vein.

"You're right, senior."

Shen Tian looked at Ouyang Qianjue, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"The threshold set by this stone tablet cannot be broken by brute force. Rules are rules; if you don't meet the requirements, even if you tie all the ninth-rank beings on Earth together, you still can't get in."

Ouyang Qianjue stroked his gray beard, staring at the black stone tablet that had returned to calm.

"The late-stage ninth rank was excluded. This shows that the selection criteria for relics are not based on current cultivation level."

The old man turned to look at Shen Tian.

"It's selective."

"But they definitely wouldn't look down on us old guys."

Ouyang Qianjue smiled slightly.