Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

He was refining his plan in his mind as he wandered aimlessly across the fog-shrouded canyon wasteland.

Suddenly, the sole of his boot seemed to step on something hard and irregularly shaped.

The dull sound it made was completely different from the sound of stepping on ordinary stones.

Xilun stopped and cautiously scanned the thick fog around him. After confirming that there was no ambush, he slowly bent down and dug the thing out of the soil.

This is a fist-sized, dark purple metallic stone.

The tentacles were extremely cold. Xilun tried to squeeze them, but even with his current terrifying grip strength, he couldn't leave even a single fingerprint on the stone's surface.

This is clearly no ordinary object.

Xilun brought the metal stone close to his eyes and examined it carefully in the dim light.

He discovered that the surface of the stone was not smooth, but rather had been densely carved with winding and twisting lines using some extremely subtle technique.

These lines are not naturally formed textures, but rather constitute ancient scripts from the realm of occultism.

Xilun's heart skipped a beat.

Since entering this grand canyon, everything he has seen—the heavy rivers and the dense fog that suppresses his realm—proves that this place has a deep connection with the mystical.

Every inch of this canyon seems to have been set up by a vast, invisible field.

"Among the extraordinary beings who fought this earth-shattering battle here back then, there must have been an extremely terrifying master of the field. This stone might be a fragment of the foundation of some kind of formation?" he speculated to himself.

He squinted slightly, trying to recall the complex mystical runes carved on the stone.

As he watched, Xilun's brows gradually furrowed.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered the bronze door he had seen on the summit of the snowy mountain.

The bronze door was also covered with intricate field runes. Looking back now, the patterns on this stone seemed to have a striking overlap and similarity with certain parts of the bronze door.

He stared more intently at the stone, trying to decipher the message within.

However, after looking at it for a long time, he could only barely recognize a few fragmented columns, and as for the meaning of the whole sentence, he was completely clueless.

Xilun shook his head, looking somewhat troubled.

He has an extremely clear understanding of his own shortcomings.

As a brute who climbed up from the bottom, his knowledge of the occult was utterly terrible, limited to some of the most basic common sense.

Unfortunately, in order to survive all these years, he has devoted all his time to honing his physical body and killing skills, and has no extra time to study those obscure and difficult books on mysticism.

Xilun casually stuffed the purple metal stone, covered in obscure runes, into a hidden pocket deep inside his trench coat.

He didn't look back at the long river of heavy water, but continued to walk with his legs, which had been tempered by the heavy water and were like cast iron, into the depths of the thick fog.

The deeper you go into the canyon, the thicker the air becomes.

A chilling, murderous aura, like tangible ice needles, constantly irritated Xilun's exposed skin.

The wind direction had changed at some point, and the eerie wind blowing from the front carried a nauseatingly strong smell of blood, as well as the rusty odor of some old, neglected weapon.

Xilun slowed his pace, his sharp, wolf-like eyes scanning the thick fog.

He slowly raised the heavy alloy spear, parting the almost tangible gray-white mist in front of him.

For a moment, the view suddenly became clear.

Beneath the gray sky, a series of dilapidated fortresses and ancient ruins lie dormant.

Although most of the buildings made of black boulders have collapsed, they still exude a breathtakingly magnificent aura.

However, Sirona's beastly instincts, honed on the brink of life and death, issued a frantic warning at this moment.

He keenly sensed that the space in front of him seemed to be extremely subtly distorted.

There seemed to be an invisible, terrifying field in the air, composed of countless strangulation rules, just like a ferocious beast with its jaws wide open, silently waiting for its prey to walk into its trap.

Xiren did not rush forward. He bent down and picked up a fist-sized piece of granite from the rubble-strewn ground. With a sudden burst of strength in his wrist, his terrifying muscle groups exploded, and he slammed the stone like a cannonball toward the entrance of the fortress ahead.

"laugh--"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor the sound of flying debris.

When the hard granite touched a layer of transparent ripples three meters in front of the fortress, it was like snow meeting boiling water. It didn't even last a second before turning into a cloud of extremely fine stone powder amidst a chilling, subtle cutting sound, which then scattered in the wind.

Xilun's eye twitched slightly.

This terrifying environment, capable of scattering even ashes clean, is far beyond what he can withstand with his current physical strength.

He hesitated for a moment, then decisively abandoned the tempting idea of ​​exploring the fortress in a straight line, and instead continued to venture deeper into the unknown along the hidden, rugged path at the edge of the area.

His inner curiosity had been completely ignited.

What earth-shattering secrets are hidden in this strange land that has been controlled by various powerful forces for countless years?

After walking along the path for an unknown amount of time, the mist before us was once again torn apart by some invisible force.

A towering, steep hill suddenly appeared in Xilun's view without warning.

Siron's pupils suddenly contracted.

He clearly remembered that in the previous panoramic view of the canyon, this area was clearly a flat wasteland, without any rising mountains at all.

The small hill in front of us was clearly forced out of the folded space by that terrifying field force, which distorted its geographical dimensions.

A winding, steep stone staircase stretches from the foot of the small hill to its misty summit.

At this moment, the steps, which should have been ancient and solemn, were completely stained dark red with shocking blood.

Xilun, carrying his spear, slowly stepped onto the first step, his feet shoving through the sticky blood.

He stared intently, and saw countless corpses lying haphazardly on both sides of the road.

Many corpses have long been eroded by time, leaving only a pile of weathered bones and scrap metal. But among these mountains of ancient skeletons, there are a few brand-new corpses whose blood has not yet completely congealed.

Xilun crouched down and examined a corpse that had been cut in half at the waist.

The opponent was wearing expensive soft armor specially made for those at the pinnacle of extraordinary abilities, and the broken sword he was gripping tightly still retained the residual warmth of some high-level breathing technique.

"This is the most recent person to enter the Wonderland," Xilun thought rapidly.

He began to recall the intelligence gathered before his departure. There were thirty-two participants in this snow mountain spectacle, plus those recommended by viscount families like Raphael's, hidden experts from various factions, and even the instructors responsible for escorting the participants.

All things considered, the number of extraordinary individuals who have truly entered this wondrous realm definitely exceeds one hundred.

Most of them are probably fighting and exploring in the outer canyons, but those masters who are truly at the top of the food chain, those madmen with an extreme thirst for power, have probably gathered in this strange little mountain in front of them by various means.

Since I was able to find this place by following my intuition, other powerful forces with deep roots must also have a way.

Today is the sixth day since entering the Wonderland, and there are less than forty-eight hours left before the forced teleportation to leave tomorrow afternoon.

Those top experts who entered this place a few days ago have probably already searched out most of the opportunities in the mountains.

We've fallen far behind.

Although he knew that the mountain was fraught with danger and that there might even be experts of the level who could crush Li Desak, Xilun's cold face showed no fear whatsoever.

His powerful physique, refined by heavy water, gave him the confidence to disregard all opponents of the same level.

He stood up, strode over the corpse, and walked into the depths of the forest.

The atmosphere inside the mountain was so oppressive that it felt like water could be squeezed out of it.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, their lush foliage obscuring the already dim sunlight.

Deep knife marks and scorch marks, visible to the bone, were visible everywhere on the tree trunks along the way, indicating that a series of fierce battles had recently taken place here.

As far as Xilun knew, the two powerful viscount families, the Colt family and the Shudalk family, had been drawn into this carnival.

If he were to encounter those old monsters whose strength surpassed that of the first-tier extreme realm, even he would have to be extremely vigilant.

"Boom—"

A dark red lightning bolt suddenly ripped through the twilight sky.

Dusk, like a giant black net, was descending at a visible speed.

Xilun suddenly looked up.

Amidst the churning leaden-gray clouds, accompanied by a sharp cry, a magnificent peacock, as large as a small airship, descended from the sky with terrifying wind and thunder.

The peacock's feathers shimmered with a chilling metallic sheen, each tail feather resembling a sharp longsword, exuding the ferocious aura of at least a second-tier mutant species.

Could it be that even terrifying alien species from the outside world are starting to gather around this small hill?

Xilun gripped his big gun tightly, his muscles tensing instantly.

However, the moment that imposing peacock landed within the forest, the entire hill trembled violently.

An overwhelming, invisible force of rules erupted from the depths of the mountain, pressing down firmly on the peacock's back.

The once arrogant second-tier mutant let out a mournful cry, its violent aura rapidly diminishing like a deflated balloon. It was eventually suppressed to the limit of the first tier, and could only fold its wings and obediently land on the distant treetop like an ordinary bird.

Seeing this, a hint of mockery flashed in Xilun's eyes.

Under the suppression of rules, even a dragon has to coil up.

Everyone starts on the same physical starting line, and Xilun has never been afraid of anyone in his life.

He put aside his distractions and continued climbing the long stone steps.

The mountains and forests grew ever more majestic and expansive, with the surrounding vegetation emitting a soft, shimmering light.

Xilun vaguely discovered that a large number of rare and exotic creatures that are extremely difficult to see in the outside world were lurking in the mountains and forests.

Strangely, these creatures, which should have been brutal and bloodthirsty, were all behaving themselves.

They lowered their heads, their eyes showing no sign of violence, but rather an extremely human-like fervor and piety, as if they were on a sacred pilgrimage.

Xilun didn't disturb them. After climbing two more steep steps, he saw a blood-soaked figure slumped on a blue stone ahead, panting heavily.

Xilun's gaze sharpened; he recognized the man.

This is a familiar face at the junior knight fighting tournament; his skill level is considered above average among the participants.

Hearing footsteps, the man looked up in alarm. Seeing it was Xilun, his guard relaxed slightly, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"Silon? You came in too?"

Xilun nodded, maintaining a safe distance without approaching, and asked in a cold voice, "What's the situation up on the mountain?"

The man shook his head with a wry smile, reaching up to cover the still-bleeding wound on his abdomen:

"Don't even mention it. Although I arrived two days earlier than you, the waters in these mountains are too deep."

There were powerful guards clearing the area everywhere; getting even a little too close could be life-threatening.

With my abilities, I simply cannot protect any opportunity.

He struggled to his feet, leaned against a nearby tree trunk, and sighed:

"This wonderland is about to close, and I don't want to risk my life here."

I was preparing to descend the mountain, which becomes extremely terrifying at night.

Those big shots have started attacking each other relentlessly, so you must be very careful when you go up there.

Xiren nodded slightly. The interests within the Qi Realm were enough to drive anyone to madness; a complete breakdown in relations was only a matter of time.

The man was limping down the mountain when, just as they were passing each other, he suddenly lowered his voice and reminded him:

"By the way, this mountain is very eerie."

As you just saw, many animals approached the mountaintop. They were very respectful to the mountaintop and would never attack humans unprovoked.

But remember this: we must never lay a hand on them.

He swallowed hard, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes.

"Yesterday, a nobleman's son, out of a moment of carelessness, casually killed a sika deer."

The result was that hundreds of ferocious mutants instantly appeared and tore him to pieces.

To avoid causing trouble, please don't even think about killing.

Xilun responded knowingly. Although hunting mutants would allow him to gain power through his talent, it would be unwise to be the first to stick his neck out in this strange and unpredictable environment.

After the man descended the mountain, Xilun continued walking.

Along the way, groups of squirrels and silver-spotted sika deer nimbly leaped past him.

These creatures possess a profound aura, all of them being first-tier alien species. If they were in the outside world, they would surely trigger a frenzied pursuit by mercenaries.

But at this moment, they simply leaped silently through the forest, moving in the same direction.

Not knowing how much longer the steps would go, Xilun simply decided not to keep them.

He instantly activated the fifth level of the Great Perfection of the Giant Sea Whale Guiding Technique, his heart throbbing like a violent steam engine.

His extremely high breathing efficiency kept his blood and qi flowing continuously. He suddenly exerted force with his legs, and his whole body transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing upwards on the stone steps at lightning speed.

His strong foundation made him completely unafraid of physical exertion; this level of climbing was not even a warm-up for him.

After climbing rapidly for nearly half an hour, Xilun suddenly stopped in front of a wide platform.

In the very center of the platform stands an ancient and dilapidated mountain gate.

Although most of the gate tower has collapsed, the huge plaque hanging in the center remains intact.

Below the plaque stood several extraordinary individuals dressed in magnificent and sleek attire.

They were frowning, pointing at the words on the plaque and whispering among themselves.

"What kind of scribbling is this? It looks like some kind of lost foreign language; it's completely unrecognizable."

"Could it be some ancient Elvish language from a mystical era, or perhaps a siren's ritual text?"

Xilun approached silently.

The moment his gaze fell upon the plaque, he felt as if struck by lightning, his pupils trembling violently.

That was neither Elven nor Siren's ritual script.

Engraved on it in a vigorous and elegant style are three powerful Chinese characters!

"Puji Temple!"