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Just as Aotian was struck by the enormous handprint, he felt a terrifying power rapidly surge into his body. With this invasion of power, the vitality within him was swiftly stripped away. Even the temperature of his body dropped suddenly.
Aotian's face turned pale with shock, followed by a deep sense of despair. Was he really going to perish in this place today?
"Aotian, you have one last chance. Will you kneel or not?!" The voice of the Mysterious Girl echoed again.
Aotian's eyes revealed a hint of mockery as he fell silent.
Although Aotian did not speak, the mysterious woman could tell from his resolute expression that he would not compromise.
"Since that's the case, then go down to the underworld with your wishes!"
As soon as the mysterious woman's words fell, Aotian felt the power invading his body rapidly expand, ultimately exploding within him like a bomb.
"Boom!"
Aotian only heard a deafening roar in his ears, and then he felt his meridians, Dantian, and flesh swelling up until they finally burst apart in a shower of blood and flesh.
Aotian's consciousness was also buried in boundless darkness...
In the great hall, watching the scene in the bronze mirror, Aoyan's face turned pale, her delicate body trembling continuously. She pressed her slender hand tightly against her red lips to stifle any sound, but tears streamed down her exquisite cheeks, dripping onto the white jade floor of the hall.
Suddenly, a green light flickered on the surface of the mirror. Aoyan's eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed intently at the scene in the mirror, hoping for a miracle to occur...
When Aotian's consciousness sank into darkness, he felt as if a pair of gentle hands were constantly caressing him. The owner of these hands felt like his mother, and his once-dormant consciousness gradually began to awaken...
In the grayish space, where blood and flesh had scattered everywhere, a shimmering green light appeared. The originally dispersed blood and flesh slowly began to gather together, revealing a faint silhouette of a young man amidst the flickering green light...
In the great hall, Aoyan looked at that youthful figure and let out a heavy sigh of relief, overwhelmed with joy and tears.
This figure was none other than Aotian, who had previously exploded into a mass of blood and flesh.
Aotian looked around in confusion, unsure why he was still here.
Hadn't he died before? Was he dreaming? Otherwise, how could all this be explained?
"You are not dreaming!" The mysterious woman appeared before Aotian like a ghost, speaking calmly.
Upon seeing her, Aotian's expression turned wary, as if he was on guard against any potential attack from the mysterious woman.
"Congratulations, you have passed the first trial," the mysterious woman said, a hint of appreciation flickering in her eyes.
"A trial? Was that what you set for me just now?" Aotian asked, astonished.
The mysterious woman smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "Indeed. You do not covet power granted by others, nor would you resort to any means to fulfill your desires. You have your own principles and boundaries. Truly worthy of being the heir of the Dragon God!"
Aotian forced a bitter smile and then curiously asked, "Senior, what would have happened if I had actually knelt down just now?"
The mysterious woman twirled a strand of white hair that had fallen onto her shoulder and replied, "If you had knelt down, you would have been imprisoned here forever until your life ran out and you died of old age!"
Hearing this, Aotian broke out in a cold sweat. There was not a trace of Heaven and Earth Profound Qi in this space; if he were imprisoned here, his cultivation would stagnate completely, and he would ultimately fade away under the wheels of time.
Thinking this way, Aotian felt relieved. Then, as if recalling something, he continued to ask, "Senior, was the handprint that killed me earlier merely a 'dream' and not real?"
"No! What you experienced before was all real!"
Aotian was taken aback by the mysterious woman's words and exclaimed, "Then how did I come back to life?"
A hint of pride glimmered in the mysterious woman's eyes as she replied:
"The methods of a Peak Martial Artist may not be incapable of bringing the dead back to life!"
Upon hearing the mysterious woman's words, Aotian felt an overwhelming admiration rise within him. If even the dead could be resurrected, it was no wonder that countless martial artists devoted their lives to pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts. This kind of temptation was not something everyone could resist!
"Alright, you can continue with the next trial!"
As soon as the mysterious woman finished speaking, Aotian sensed a tremendous change in the surrounding space. The shift was so disorienting that Aotian instinctively closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he found himself in another realm.
This place was an endless desert, with fierce winds sweeping across, stirring up clouds of dust. From a distance, there was not a hint of life, making it appear extremely desolate and barren.
Aotian wandered aimlessly through the desert, waves of loneliness and monotony crashing against his spirit, causing him to feel increasingly irritable.
"Damn it, what kind of godforsaken place is this?!" Aotian cursed as he walked through the desert.
After walking for half a day, all Aotian had seen was more desert; there was not a trace of life, which naturally made him quite frustrated.
At that moment, Aotian felt the ground beneath him tremble as if some monstrous flood was rushing toward him.
Instantly, Aotian shook off his irritation and looked around warily.
"Swish."
The sound of soldiers standing in formation echoed in Aotian's ears, and then before his astonished gaze appeared countless armored soldiers, each holding bows with arrows glinting coldly at their tips.
What shocked Aotian the most was that these soldiers were all Innate Martial Artists!
Hundreds of thousands of Innate Martial Artists—what kind of concept was that? Even warriors from the Three Spirits Realm would likely be overwhelmed in an instant!
Thinking about this, Aotian felt cold sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.
"Heresy! You dare invade our territory; this is unforgivable!" A chilling voice suddenly rang out among the soldiers.
Aotian forced a laugh and said tremblingly:
"I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your territory. Ahem, I'll leave now."
As Aotian spoke, he intended to flee, but a voice reached his ears, freezing him in place:
"Heresy, since you are here, you might as well stay!"
Aotian halted abruptly, casting a dark glance around. A surge of Soul Power erupted from within him, forming an invisible barrier to protect his body.
"Heresy, your Soul Power is quite strong, but that's all there is to it!"
As the chilling voice echoed, Aotian fearfully noticed that the soldiers around him had begun to draw their bows, arrows aimed directly at him.
In an instant, he felt a wave of cold rising from his feet, heading straight for the top of his head...
"Fire!"
Suddenly, countless arrows shot towards Aotian like a relentless storm...
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