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

The footage of the ice giant Tamu falling was broadcast live to every screen around the world via near-Earth orbit satellites.

Its enormous body, reaching a height of 30,000 meters, had half of its body obliterated by the power of the rules, and its blue blood froze into glaciers in the frigid winds of the far north, like a waterfall.

This visually striking image plunged the entire planet into a brief, deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, the internet exploded.

Whether in human cities or wilderness.

On the world's largest social media platform, data traffic surged several thousand times in just three minutes.

Countless posts refreshed like snowflakes.

"One move! It wasn't even a move, just a stream of overflowing rule-based light, and it crippled Tai Mu, a late-stage ninth-tier cultivator!"

"This power is simply unstoppable! If that stone tablet wanted to kill, who on Earth could survive?"

"I suspect this isn't just a contest of strength; it's a selection process. There's only one reason why he was rejected: Taimu is too old."

"These ancient ruins are highly purposeful. They do not welcome old monsters whose potential has been exhausted and whose lives are nearing their end."

"What it wants is young, fresh blood, those geniuses whose potential has not yet been fully realized!"

This conclusion caused an uproar online.

Ordinary people and low-level martial artists watched the screen with unprecedented fervor in their eyes.

If it truly is a selection of young talents, then it means a fateful reshuffling.

Those high-ranking ninth-tier giants were kept out, which freed up the most crucial stage for the younger generation to pursue their interests.

In order to capture firsthand footage, official media organizations and top conglomerates from major countries have mobilized at any cost.

In low Earth orbit, hundreds of high-precision observation satellites adjusted their orbits, focusing their lenses intently on the celestial crack that spans hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Hundreds of unmanned reconnaissance aircraft took off like a swarm of bees, hovering at the edge of the atmosphere thousands of miles away from the crack.

Live streaming 24/7.

Whether it's the floating cities of the Western Sea Federation or the streets of the Dragon Kingdom's capital.

A huge light screen hung in mid-air, occupying all public view.

In the image, a dim, yellowish light churns deep within the crack.

The dilapidated ancient temple exuded a sense of desolation that had endured countless ages.

The battle flag, cut in half at the waist, was planted diagonally on a mountain of corpses made up of bones tens of thousands of meters long.

And there was that black stone tablet hovering at the edge of the crack, dark and deep, like a cold eye looking down on all living beings.

Poseidon

Ryan stood on the deck of the Leviathan, looking up at the light curtain floating in the sky.

The outline of the black stone tablet was reflected in the golden pupils.

Eve walked over to him.

"The federal government has issued a death order."

Eve's voice was low and heavy.

"All personnel under the age of thirty and with a cultivation level of six or above should gather on the central island."

Ryan gripped the hilt of the greatsword on his back.

"You only get one chance."

As he looked at the massive ancient skeletons in the image, his blood surged through his body.

"Those who cannot enter will only be cannon fodder in the future."

Soon, the most outstanding geniuses of the human race quickly gathered under the organization of various countries.

The troposphere, tens of thousands of meters above the ground, was forcibly torn apart.

The thick sea of ​​clouds seemed to be pushed aside by a pair of invisible hands, revealing a deep and dark vacuum in the middle.

A massive black stone tablet floated silently at the edge of the crack, its dim yellow light pouring out from the depths of the ruins, casting a desolate glow over the surrounding space.

Outside the stone monument, vehicles from various factions had already densely occupied all directions along the safe distance line.

The high-temperature exhaust flames from the engine intertwined, severely distorting the frigid high altitude.

The advance team of the Western Sea Federation was the most conspicuous.

Thirty streamlined frigates surrounded a giant, silver-white flagship.

At the forward end of the main ship's deck, Ryan, clad in battle armor, rested his hands on a nearly three-meter-long broadsword.

Eve stood to his side and slightly behind.

Among them are a group of top talents from the Western Sea Federation.

A wide-angle broadcast camera hovered several kilometers away, clearly transmitting the footage to every corner of the planet.

On the world's largest social networking platform, the buzz exploded like a tsunami.

"It's Ryan! The number one genius of the Western Sea Federation has shown up!"

"Ryan is definitely going to win this time! He's sure to get in!"

Before the cheers of the netizens in the West Sea had subsided, a wild and domineering aura suddenly descended from the northern horizon.

The base of a massive iceberg, with a diameter exceeding ten kilometers, was forcibly raised into this void.

Tuoba Lie was shirtless, his strong muscles covered with dark blue scars resembling centipedes.

He stood at the very front of the iceberg, his vital energy surging into the sky like smoke from a wolf's beacon.

His eyes were wide open, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, scanning the distant West Sea flagship.

"Tuoba Lie of the Northern Cold Kingdom!"

"This kind of purely physical monster can tear apart a seventh-tier ice giant with its bare hands."

"In ancient ruins, who still has the power of heaven and earth to rely on? A strong physical body is the key to survival!"

Netizens in the Northern Cold Country immediately launched a counterattack, and the two discussion threads were built up to 100,000-story towers in just over ten seconds.

Ryan looked straight ahead and landed on the towering young man from the Northern Cold Kingdom.

This big guy has a lot of vitality.

Immediately afterwards, a continuous roar came from the eastern sky, like the waves crashing against the rocks.

A ten-kilometer-wide suspended watercourse flows upstream, like a winding blue dragon, spanning half the sky.

The surface of the water shimmered, and thirty young men and women stood there.

The young man leading the group held a long, azure crystal spear. Ripples of crystal formed automatically beneath his feet, calming the raging winds around him.

The elite forces of Baichuan Kingdom have arrived.

These geniuses, who grew up in famous mountains and rivers, share a natural and harmonious aura.

"The Canglan Guards of Baichuan Kingdom! It is said that they possess a special bloodline and cultivate the same techniques, making them far more capable of surviving in single combat."

"No matter how strong an individual's martial arts are, once they enter the ruins, they're destined to be surrounded and annihilated. The Hundred Rivers Kingdom is the best prepared this time!"

The three great powers' prodigies faced off from afar, each camp radiating a fervent determination to seize this opportunity.

Ordinary people and low-level martial artists watching through the screen felt their scalps tingle.

The sense of pressure emanating from this younger generation has already surpassed that of many of the older generation's leaders. The changing of the guard is imminent.

Suddenly, a massive floating island with an ancient appearance, carved from blue giant rocks, broke through the clouds in the south.

At the edge of the floating island, a crimson dragon flag flutters wildly in the wind.

The pride of the Dragon Kingdom has arrived.