Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Inside the Chuan Gong Hall.

Dark and deep.

On the surrounding walls, there were rows of eerie green lamps burning eternally.

The light was dim, conveying a sense of vicissitude and death that had endured countless ages.

Su Yu led the nine people behind him and walked slowly into the center of the main hall.

In front.

Elder Mo Yuan was already sitting cross-legged on a black lotus-shaped altar.

He looked at the ten people in front of him.

His gaze lingered on Su Yu for a moment longer.

"The first two rounds tested your physical strength, comprehension, and practical combat skills."

Mo Yuan's voice echoed in the empty hall.

Old and hoarse.

"but."

"If you want to inherit my mantle, talent and strength alone are not enough."

"In this Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits, in this world of cultivation where people are devoured without spitting out their bones."

"To survive is the only truth."

Mo Yuan slowly raised his hand.

hum.

The array patterns on the floor in the center of the main hall lit up.

Ten dark purple futons slowly rose up.

"The final round."

"A test of character."

A deep-seated hatred flashed in Mo Yuan's turbid eyes.

"Sit cross-legged and relax your mind."

"The formation will guide you into a real illusion."

"In the illusion, you will forget your real identity and immerse yourself in a specific situation."

"remember."

"Every choice you make in the illusion will determine your final result."

Su Yu looked at the prayer mat in front of him.

His deep eyes were calm and undisturbed.

A test of character?

Fantasy?

Su Yu walked slowly to the first prayer mat.

Sit cross-legged.

The other nine people also took their seats.

"Let's begin."

Mo Yuan waved his sleeve.

boom.

An extremely dense dark purple mist instantly surged out from the formation, completely enveloping the ten people.

Su Yu closed his eyes.

They actively withdrew their senses of the divine realm.

They gave up all resistance.

He allowed the strange array fluctuations to invade his true spirit.

Consciousness began to sink.

Gradually becoming blurry.

……

"roar--!"

A deafening roar, like thunder from the heavens, exploded in my ears.

Su Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

The wind howled.

The smell of blood was so strong it was nauseating.

He found himself standing on a dark red wasteland.

The sky is broken, and the earth is cracked.

All around was a layer of pale golden array light screen that looked like it was about to collapse.

But outside the light curtain.

Countless terrifying beasts, each the size of a mountain, were frantically crashing into the formation.

Each ferocious beast exuded a despair-inducing aura.

The Primordial Realm!

They were all ferocious beasts at the early stage of the Primordial Chaos Realm!

Their eyes are bloodshot, they have no reason, and they only know how to kill and devour.

Click.

A huge crack appeared on the array's light barrier.

"I can't take it anymore!"

An anxious and shrill voice came from beside me.

Su Yu turned his head.

He saw three "teammates".

In my mind, the memories implanted by the illusion surged forth like a tide.

This is the Burial Abyss of Demons.

The four of them ventured into this place in search of a rare and precious plant.

Those three teammates.

They are respectively called Crimson Nightmare, Withered Sea, and Shadow Owl.

They were all powerful demonic cultivators at the early stage of the Primordial Chaos Realm.

And myself.

Su Yu sensed the cultivation level within his body.

Peak of the Town Realm.

He has the lowest cultivation level in the team and has always played a supporting role as the core of the formation.

"The formation can only hold for another ten breaths at most!"

Chi Yan's face was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with extreme terror.

"In ten breaths, we will all die here!"

Ku Ming gritted his teeth, staring intently at the frenzied beasts outside.

"What do we do?!"

A desperate situation.

A truly hopeless situation with no chance of survival.

Su Yu stood still.

His deep eyes revealed a calmness that transcended the current situation.

He looked at his three teammates.

He keenly noticed it.

A hidden, cold light flashed in the eyes of Chi Yan and Ku Ming.

The two looked at each other.

No words are needed.

At the critical moment of life and death, the demonic cultivator's true nature was fully revealed.

There's only one way left.

Chi Yan's voice turned somber.

He turned his head and looked at Su Yu.

"Brother Long Yu".

"Your skill in formations is the highest."

"The moment the formation shatters, you stay behind and use your source energy to detonate the formation's core."

"That explosion was enough to stop these ferocious beasts for half a breath."

"Half a breath is enough for the three of us to use Blood Escape to escape."

To abandon it with a clear conscience.

Send the teammate with the lowest cultivation level to the ferocious beast as bait.

To exchange for the chance to live.

Ku Ming also turned around, blocking Su Yu's escape route.

"Long Yu, don't blame us."

"It's better for one of you to die than for everyone to die together."

"Don't worry, we will definitely erect a monument for you once we get out of here."

Yin Xiao didn't speak, but the pressure of the Primordial Chaos Realm was already firmly locked onto Su Yu.

As long as Su Yu dares to say no.

They would act immediately, forcibly cripple Su Yu, and throw him into the horde of beasts.

Su Yu looked at the three people.

Memories of the illusion churned in my mind.

The humiliation and despair of being driven to the brink of despair and betrayed by trusted teammates is enough to completely break anyone's mind.

Or, beg and plead.

Either he erupts in despair, only to be suppressed by his three teammates at the Hongmeng Realm, and dies a humiliating death.

outside world.

Inside the Chuan Gong Hall.

Elder Mo Yuan sat cross-legged on the lotus platform.

Ten water mirrors floated in front of him.

Each image reflects the scene of ten people in the illusion.

Mo Yuan's gaze was fixed intently on Su Yu's water mirror.

His hands trembled slightly inside his sleeves.

This illusion.

It wasn't made up out of thin air.

Rather, it was a desperate situation he personally experienced ten years ago!

then.

He was the assistant in charge of the formation.

He entrusted his back to his three most trusted brothers—Chiyan, Kuming, and Yinxiao.

result.

At the critical moment when the formation was about to break.

Those three beasts betrayed him without hesitation!

He was severely injured and thrown into the horde of beasts in the Primordial Chaos Realm.

Although he eventually escaped with his incredible trump card, barely escaping with his life.

but.

The true spirit is damaged, and the origin is broken.

It suffered irreversible and fatal damage!

Originally possessing a long lifespan, the peak of the Hongmeng Realm now has very little time left!

It's too late!

That's why he urgently needs to find a successor.

A successor with unparalleled talent and a ruthless nature.

Go and tear those three beasts to pieces for him!

"Long Yu..."

A complex light flickered in Mo Yuan's murky eyes.

"Faced with this kind of betrayal."

"What would you do?"

"Will you, like I did back then, choose to endure, yield, and beg desperately in order to leave a sliver of hope?"

"still……"

Mo Yuan held his breath.

In the illusion.

Su Yu's calm gaze enraged the three members of the Crimson Nightmare Clan.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

Chi Yan's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"Since you don't want to go by yourself, we'll give you a ride!"

boom!

The oppressive aura of the early stage of the Primordial Chaos Realm erupted without reservation.

The three attacked simultaneously.

Three devastating demonic attacks sealed off all of Su Yu's escape routes.

He must be suppressed instantly.

At this time.

The array's light barrier finally let out a mournful cry, unable to bear the strain any longer.

Click!