Serpent Ancestor
Chapter 520: Thunderstorm formation, another person dead?

At this moment, Xu Hei felt no joy of victory, only deep sorrow.

Everyone stared at the spot where Xue Yang had vanished, silent for a long time, unsure of what to feel.

After giving it their all, this was the outcome they faced.

Xu Hei saw one Xue Yang, but little did he know, throughout history, there had been countless Xue Yangs. They were incredibly talented, with numerous skills, renowned in their regions, becoming nearly invincible powerhouses at the Elemental Infant stage.

Yet, in their pursuit of Divine Transformation, they vanished like smoke, leaving no trace behind.

Was Xue Yang killed by Xu Hei?

Yes, and no.

After the first challenge, Xu Hei's intention was to save as many people as possible, hoping they could all survive. However, the second challenge presented the same situation.

So, who would be the sacrifice for the second challenge?

Xu Hei couldn't allow him to seize a prayer mat first, so he had to intervene, and this intervention sealed the outcome.

Was Xue Yang wrong to seize a prayer mat?

"With such slaughter, demonic cultivators will thrive, while the righteous might face inner demons. What kind of intentions did the designer have?" Xu Hei pondered in his heart.

At this moment, the hourglass underwent drastic changes.

Everyone looked over, only to see the hourglass sink into the ground, revealing countless formation patterns, crisscrossing and covering the center of the plain.

In an instant, a thunder-attracting formation took shape.

At the top of the sky, dark clouds gathered, thunder roared, forming a massive thunder tribulation cloud, black in color, with a hint of law's pressure, looming overhead.

"Someone else is going to die."

This thought arose in everyone's mind.

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Tianhen Sword Sect.

For such a righteous sect, their journey had undoubtedly been a torment.

Their team consisted of four people.

In the first challenge, they sacrificed an inner elder, who was already old, with at most three hundred years left to live. He entered the Void Realm in pursuit of the Divine Transformation path, and his death wasn't too regrettable.

The elder volunteered for death, which everyone could somewhat accept.

But in the second challenge.

Of the remaining three, there were only two prayer mats.

As the hourglass sped up, Ling Wushuang was forced to seize a prayer mat first.

The other prayer mat was contested by his junior brother and junior sister. In the end, the junior sister lost, blown to dust by a gust of wind.

For the remaining two, this was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

"Senior Brother Ling, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to cause Junior Sister Liu's death! I... I also want to survive!"

The junior brother knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Ling Wushuang.

He didn't want to die.

But he didn't know what to do.

Ling Wushuang remained silent, in such a situation, who could tell what to do?

"Why apologize to me?" Ling Wushuang said, "The one you should apologize to is Junior Sister Liu."

"Yes!" The person quickly turned around, kowtowing and crying toward the direction where Junior Sister Liu had disappeared, "Junior Sister, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I deserve to die!"

After speaking, he slapped himself twice, knocking out his teeth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Wushuang watched him quietly.

The person's remorse and pain were not feigned.

After a long time, Ling Wushuang spoke, "Once we get out, all memories will disappear, no one will remember what you did, and no one will hold you accountable, so rest assured."

The junior brother wiped his tears, choked for a long time, and then nodded.

"Besides, you need not feel guilty." Ling Wushuang looked up at the center of the plain, where the hourglass had disappeared, replaced by a thunder-attracting formation.

The center gathered thunder, dark clouds filled the sky, containing the power of laws capable of destroying everything, like facing heavenly might.

"Because, the next to die will be you," Ling Wushuang said calmly.

The junior brother looked up at the thunder-attracting formation, his face as pale as paper.

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"Boom!!"

Xiong Yan grabbed an elder and threw him into the center of the thunder-attracting formation.

The thunder tribulation struck, instantly turning the elder to dust, leaving no trace behind.

The formation and thunder tribulation disappeared, transforming into a void bridge leading to the next location.

"Hmph, three consecutive challenges are all the same, requiring a sacrifice to pass, what will the next challenge be?"

Heart-Devouring Demon Xiong Yan felt no joy in passing. Six of them had entered, and now only three remained.

Cruel as he was, he showed no mercy in killing his own, but if he continued like this, what would happen when only he was left?

Moreover, the remaining two were not easy to deal with. Separately, they were no match for him, but together, they were not weaker than him.

Xiong Yan looked at the bridge ahead, leading into the depths of the void, not knowing what lay ahead.

"You two, follow me," Xiong Yan said calmly.

The two, one in black and one in white, made no move, only sneering with arms crossed.

"What do you mean by this?" Xiong Yan squinted his eyes.

"Heart-Devouring Demon, you've killed all our Blood Refining Sect team, if the next challenge requires another sacrifice, are you planning to attack us?"

The man in white sneered.

The woman in black also sneered, "We plan to rest for a few days, if you want to go, go alone, we won't accompany you."

As they spoke, the black and white pair stood together, a yin-yang fish diagram appearing beneath their feet.

Yin-Yang Twin Fiends, the infamous duo of the Blood Refining Sect, known for countless killings.

Xiong Yan's face darkened, killing intent flashing in his eyes, "Is that so?"

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After three rounds of challenges.

The Ancient Tomb Sect had only one person left, Three Corpses Daoist Gu Yunsong.

Gu Yunsong carried a coffin, walking alone on the bridge, which stretched endlessly, destination unknown.

Below the bridge lay the vast waters of the Yellow Spring, a mere glance seemed to pull one's soul in. If the physical body fell, it would be annihilated instantly.

"First challenge, blood sacrifice one; second challenge, another gone; third challenge, one more dies in tribulation."

"And this fourth challenge, must cross the bridge alone, more than one, and the bridge breaks."

"Meaning, no matter how many in the team, only one can pass in the end."

Gu Yunsong muttered to himself, eyes vacant, like a walking corpse.

The coffin contained two elders of the Ancient Tomb Sect, killed by his own hand before crossing the bridge.

Compared to others, the two elders were lucky to die by his hand. The three before them left no bodies.

Even someone like Gu Yunsong, long accustomed to corpses and emotionally detached, found it hard to accept the complete loss of so many core members at once.

"The Void Realm is truly a terrifying place!"

"But having come this far, there's no turning back! Whoever stands in my way ahead, dies!"

Gu Yunsong carried the coffin, step by step, toward the light at the end of the void, sensing that beyond this bridge lay the final challenge.

Because, he was the only one left, no more could die.

After a long time, he stepped into the light circle at the end of the bridge, becoming the first to cross it.