The white mist silently envelops everything between heaven and earth, and in this fog, people stretch out their fingers, and they can only see their fingers.

If you look any further, you may be able to barely see your toes. But in such an environment, the sunlight from the sky is not so gentle.

In this world uniquely constructed for trials, its sun is neither blazing nor scorching. They inherit one of the very good characteristics of light, that is, dazzling, that is, dazzling.

Although: these fogs are so terrible that they obscure most of their vision, but the sunlight is also merciless. As if they were not affected by this mist and mist, they penetrated and reflected directly onto the bodies of these monks, to the world.

The name of the first trial is called the source land.

And the mysterious will, which called itself Aram, only gave them a name and a door, and did not give them any other hints.

That means they're going to find it themselves, but how are they going to find it? They don't know what the source is, what kind of place it is.

This is the dilemma that these monks are facing at the moment, it is only the first trial, and they have no way to start, and they are like headless flies in this world, stumbling around, running around.

It's a world made of metallic substances similar to steel. It is the area deliberately divided by the will, and now, each area has its own thing similar to the world, and in it, there will only be one monk who enters through the light gate.

In that world, what exactly is the source? few people know, but they are all without exception, and they are all desperately searching.

Now they are facing a battle of trapped beasts. And their choices are also different, all of them combined, there can be tens of thousands of people.

The feast of bliss has cost the lives of countless monks who have entered the ancient city of Syria. But the monks it has eliminated are only seventy percent of all the monks here.

There are still some people who did not enter the cave, they escaped one catastrophe and fell into the obliteration of the next catastrophe, that is, the situation in front of them.

And among these tens of thousands of people, people who have no power behind them can account for about half. This half of them are casual cultivators, homeless people, and their choices are often different from those who have sects.

In the eyes of these people, what happened to them now is completely a chance, and in the hearts of most of them, they think that as long as they pass the so-called nine trials, they can rise.

When the time comes, they can leave here with the inheritance of the Gu Clan, and disappear from this world with the means they have hidden the deepest, and when the time comes, do they still need to worry about what is in front of them?

When the time comes, they will rely on their strength to be extremely strong, push in all directions, sweep away the many forces in the wasteland, make the enemy submit, and dominate everything...... When the time comes, what is the founding of the sect, what is the freedom of life, what is the domination of the party, is not it all a matter of being caught?

I have to say that the temptation of chance is so great that it can attract countless people to moths to the fire. But among these trialists, there are not without people who are still sensible, and they have retained their sobriety so far.

Although I don't know how long their sobriety will last in the face of the more terrifying temptations......

But there are some people who, like Bai Ye, have found the source and are rushing over at a very fast speed, wanting to occupy the resources quickly and be one step ahead.

Among them, except for a very small number of casual cultivators with astute vision, most of them were still the descendants of the Great Dao lineage.

After all, the cultivation paths of these two kinds of people are inherently different, their vision, their thinking, and even their thoughts...... All buckets are not the same.

So more often than not, they can get better resources, better opportunities, and stronger strength. This is the sorrow of casual cultivation, and sometimes, their casual cultivation can be regarded as inherently inferior compared to these people.

And this steel world, although it is one person and one realm so far, if these people find the goal of their trip, the result will be completely different.

Because there are many of them, but there is only one piece of ancient origin. So, this place of origin is a door, a door to someone else's world, a door that brings everyone together.

And at this moment, there are not a thousand monks who have found the source place, but eight hundred. For a while, they performed their escape skills in their own world, which also created a spectacular scene, quite magnificent, revealing an extraordinary atmosphere.

And the rest of the people may find the source one after another, but the resources of the source are limited. And if they fail to find the source in the end, then for them, what awaits them may be death, a complete fall.

All this, that mysterious will is its own arrangement. When the time comes, these monks will find that the reality is far more cruel than they imagined.

And at this moment, the white night has come to the edge of the blood pool. The white mist obscured the world in front of him, and even if his eyesight was far beyond that of ordinary monks, all he could see at a glance was an empty pool of blood.

And under the sunlight, the pool of blood gave him a sparkling feeling. And after the first glance, when he looked at it again, he felt that the pool of blood he saw was black. It was a black that was extremely red.

And the next moment, he took out a piece of silver metal from the spatial ring. It was a kind of mythril, the best forging material, but at this moment, he threw the piece of mythril into the air, and then dodged and disappeared in place.

He raised his hand and swung his fist in the few breaths of Mithril fell, and by the time he hit the ground, he had an extra silver needle about a meter long in his hand.

There was no inscription on the silver needle, it was just a simple silver needle. This thing is actually not even a magic weapon, and the white night hammer is actually just to change its shape.

And the reason why he wanted to create such a thing was also to test this pool of blood. To be honest, just a few glances, the pool of water gave him an endless strange feeling, saying that the liquid in the pool was blood, but he didn't experience the slightest smell of blood.

Saying that it is ordinary pool water, it doesn't look like it at all. That's why Bai Ye decided that it would be better to let the facts speak. However, just as the slender silver needle touched the black and red water, a sudden change occurred.

I saw that the silver needle turned into a pitch-black color in an instant, and Bai Ye threw it out at an extraordinary speed and threw it aside. What is surprising is that as soon as the black needle hits the ground, it has disappeared.

On the ground, there is only a needle-shaped imprint, and without prying eyes, you can see that the imprint is bottomless...... Therefore, this pool of water is highly poisonous......

And what caught Bai Ye off guard was that the water in this pool seemed to be touched by something and awakened from its slumber, and it actually extended a trickle of the thickness of Dao Dao's fingers, winding towards Bai Ye.

But no matter how much Bai Ye struggled, he couldn't break free for a while, and in an instant, he was pulled into the pool. The only thing he did was to swallow the spatial ring into his mouth.

There were so many important things in it for him that he couldn't afford to lose easily. And the reason why he did this was because everything in his body had dissolved from the moment he entered the pool.

Now, he is naked in this pool. It's just that for some reason, this pool of water won't dissolve his body, but in fact, it's okay, and he can use his means to fight it.

And at this moment, there are more than 800 people, no, more than 900 people, and at this moment, in this endless pool, there are more than 1,000 bodies.

And at this moment, the voice of the will also sounded again in the hearts of the monks.

"Enter my source, take my body as the source, condense Gu with thoughts, and feed each other with my heart......"

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PS: Today's second shift. (?? . ??)