Chapter 13 Bloodstained Ten Thousand Miles, Humanity as Sacrifice! The Cruelty of the Great Wilderness
While the entire Douluo Continent was still immersed in the terrifying scene of the Devouring Sky Sparrow swallowing millions of people in one gulp.
The cold, majestic voice of the heavens once again resounded throughout the world.
[Warning: The explorers have acquired very few resources this time, insufficient to cover the costs of cross-dimensional time manipulation.]
The outstanding "time debt" will accumulate. New entrants must prioritize repaying their outstanding debts, or face immediate termination.
The sound was like a death knell, striking the hearts of everyone.
"Debt...debt?"
"Elimination?!"
Inside the tavern, the rough-looking men had just been mocking Zhao Wuji for being naked and for the tragic death of Ju Douluo.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The wine bowl crashed to the ground.
debt?
Annihilation?
what does that mean?
This means that even if you are chosen to enter that world, you will die immediately if you cannot acquire enough "resources" to pay off your debts.
This is not a matter of chance.
It's a death warrant.
The sound from the sky continued, growing even colder.
[Furthermore, given that the individual organisms in this plane are too weak to adapt to the basic environment of another world.]
[Next time personnel enter, ordinary individuals without soul power will be automatically eliminated. During the teleportation process, their physical strength will be temporarily enhanced with primal power for basic adaptation.]
"Excluding ordinary people?!"
In the slums of Notting City, a emaciated boy looks up at the sky.
The light in his eyes dimmed instantly.
Just a moment ago, he was still daydreaming.
What if?
What if I get chosen next time?
Even dying there is better than starving to death, freezing to death, or being humiliated to death here.
At least, with the entire continent broadcast live from the sky, even death can be a spectacular one.
Let those who look down on me see.
Now, that door is closed.
He has no soul power.
He is an "ordinary individual".
Beside him, a child who had just awakened a useless martial soul and only had level one soul power breathed a sigh of relief.
His face was pale, and he patted his chest.
"Thank goodness, I don't have any soul power..."
"No, I have level one, but that should still count as 'having soul power,' right?"
"But...but I really don't want to go!"
This contradictory mentality spread among countless ordinary people and low-level Soul Masters.
Some people are disheartened by the loss of the possibility of changing their fate, even if it might mean facing certain death.
Some people were relieved that they weren't qualified and escaped a disaster.
Those soul masters who possessed soul power, especially high-level soul power, all looked increasingly grim.
"Strengthen the physical body?"
An elder of a sect at the Soul Emperor level trembled.
"Look at Chrysanthemum Douluo! Level 95! He was torn to shreds like paper by those ferocious beasts! What's the use of strengthening his physical body? Can it even stop those monsters' teeth?"
"This isn't a selection process for explorers...this is clearly sending us to pay with our lives! To pay off our debts with our lives!"
The patriarch of another large family had a hoarse voice.
Fear spread like a plague among the Soul Masters.
Meanwhile, some sharp-minded and powerful individuals have pieced together an even more terrifying truth from the experiences of Zhao Wuji and Chrysanthemum Douluo and the fragments of information from Tianmu.
...
The main hall plaza of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin frowned deeply.
He said in a deep voice.
"Fengzhi, did you notice? Tianmu mentioned 'unable to adapt to the basic environment of another world' and 'strengthening the physical body for basic adaptation'."
Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, also realized what was happening.
"You mean... the 'basic environment' of that world is deadly to us?"
Ning Fengzhi nodded solemnly.
"That's probably right."
"When Zhao Wuji appeared, he struggled to stand up, clearly under immense pressure."
"When Chrysanthemum Douluo faced a ferocious beast, his ninth soul skill couldn't even scratch its fur... This is not just a difference in strength."
He took a deep breath.
"The gravity, spatial stability, and matter density of that world... are probably far superior to those of our Douluo Continent."
"A strike from a Title Douluo that can split mountains and stop rivers here might not even be able to shatter a rock there."
"The power boost from the ten-thousand-year or one-hundred-thousand-year soul rings that we treasure may be... negligible there."
Chen Xin and Gu Rong were deeply shaken.
If that's the case, then the "strong" in Douluo Continent are probably not even as good as "ordinary people" in that world.
"That's why the Sky Curtain rated us as the 'lowest and most inferior dimension'."
Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile.
"It's not an insult, it might just be stating a fact."
The entire continent was shrouded in fear and despair.
The images on the sky continued.
It cruelly continues to broadcast the tragedy unfolding in the perfect world.
...
The Perfect World, the Eight Realms of the Underworld, deep within the Great Wilderness.
The Sky-Devouring Sparrow swallowed up an entire city.
Its scarlet beak opened and closed, emitting a rumbling sound that echoed across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
"The blood food is still too mixed... Fine, let this land be stained with crimson blood!"
"Blood has stained the area for tens of thousands of miles! I will take the best among you away and allow you to accompany me to cultivate on the sacred mountain where I reside!"
These words were like a spell, instantly igniting the most primal greed and violence within the hearts of all the ferocious beasts and ancient alien species.
"roar!!!"
"Follow the Venerable One!"
"Kill! Slaughter all humans! Seize territory!"
Rumble!
The size of the beast tide instantly increased several times over.
From the deepest ancient mountains, from the darkest swamps, from the scorching craters... countless terrifying beings, whether slumbering or disturbed, have awakened.
They joined this bloody feast.
This is no longer just a consequence of the struggle for the mountain treasure.
Instead, it turned into an organized, genocidal sweep targeting humanity.
Divine fire blazed the heavens, and giant claws cleaved the earth.
Countless human tribes, villages, and even cities of some size were reduced to ashes amidst desperate cries and pleas.
A large tribe located on the edge of a great swamp, living by fishing and gathering.
At the central altar of the tribe, the white-haired old priest looked up to the sky and cried out in sorrow, tears streaming down his face.
"Why?! Heavens! What have we humans done wrong?!"
"We revere our ancestors, respect heaven and earth, and coexist with all things, struggling to survive in this cruel wilderness, generation after generation... Why must such a calamity befall our people?!"
His voice was shrill, carrying the final sorrow and bewilderment of thousands of people in the entire tribe.
The next moment, a colossal creature resembling a bull with a single horn on its head came riding the waves.
It exhaled hot white steam from its nostrils, and its scarlet eyes coldly swept across the altar.
It did not stop.
He simply bowed his head casually.
boom!
The altar, along with the old priest on it and the hundreds of people kneeling in prayer around it, was instantly smashed into a cloud of blood mist.
In just a dozen breaths, this tribe, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, was completely erased from the map.
All that remained was the pervasive stench of blood.
And scattered bone fragments.
Such scenes were playing out simultaneously across a vast area spanning tens of thousands of miles.
Mountains and rivers are stained with blood, forests weep with sorrow.
On the brink of catastrophe, no one can escape.
Chaos ensued, living beings wailed, and the world was horrified.
Blood flowed for 100,000 miles.
[end of the chapter]