Peerless War God

"Ah, save, save me! I can't hold on much longer. Save..."    

Another young cultivator in the Spiritual Pond yelled.    

Upon seeing this, the Pure Yang Dao Sovereign's face darkened as he quickly reached out and fished him out. He tossed him down by the pond as if he was throwing a piece of trash.    

"Hmph!"    

The Pure Yang Dao Sovereign coldly snorted. He didn't say anything else, but he didn't say anything else. Instead, he only made the others even more fearful.    

The young male cultivator weakly fell to the ground. His expression was one of utter collapse, as well as disbelief.    

He hadn't expected that he would be the second to be eliminated. He hadn't even lasted for half a year before he was defeated.    

The power of heaven and earth contained in the Spiritual Pool was truly too shocking. If he was even a little bit careless, he would be counterattacked by it, and his body would be injured. He would then fail.    

Of course, most of the time, the reverse impact was not enough to make him unable to hold on. Even the energy in the spiritual pond could keep repairing his body.    

There was a subtle balance between the damage and the repair.    

That was the biggest reason why so many cultivators were able to keep it going.    

Of course, once the cultivators were unable to maintain the balance, it would result in a huge reverse impact, which would result in failure.    

"I'm sorry, master. Your disciple has let you down." The young male cultivator said in despair.    

The Pure Yang Dao Sovereign's eyes shot out a cold light as he cursed, "Disgraceful."    

.... "" The young male cultivator's body trembled, and his face turned even paler.    

When the Duke of Zi Jin saw this, he laughed in disdain, "Pure Yang, when did you become so lowly? You actually dare to lower yourself to the level of a junior? If you lose, then so be it; it's not a big deal."    

In the eyes of the Duke of Zi Jin, failure wasn't a big deal either. Apart from life and death, everything else was a small matter.    

Furthermore, the Pure Yang Dao Sovereign had so many disciples. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future, so there wasn't much of a difference.    

"Hmph!"    

The Pure Yang Dao Sovereign didn't retort after being mocked, so there was no point in saying anything more.    

Everything was as before.    

As time passed, more and more people were forced to give up and thrown out of the blood pond.    

Hua!    

Hua! Another cultivator was thrown onto the shore. This person was even more bedraggled than the other cultivators, and he had already entered a comatose state.    

"Another one has been eliminated." Seeing this, Ye Gubei laughed coldly and continued to focus on absorbing the medicinal power.    

At this time, the guards that had been silently standing around the square started to discuss in low voices.    

"In less than a year, quite a few cultivators have been eliminated. It seems that these cultivators don't have a good foundation. They are far worse than we were at that time. I wonder how many of them can make it to the end."    

"Hold on until the end? No, if someone can hold on for five or six years, then it will be considered a great honor."    

"Why don't we make a bet? What do you think?"    

"Let's make a bet. Okay. How do we make a bet? Let's bet on how many of us can survive for five years. If anyone loses, they must take out the treasure they got earlier. What do you think?"    

"Good! Kid, it seems that you have been coveting my treasure for a long time. You really don't want to give up. Alright, let's make a bet. If you lose, you have to take out a treasure too."    

"Deal. Let's make a bet."    

"Haha, I bet only ten of us will be able to last five years."    

"I'll bet..."    

The guards were in a good mood. They talked one after another. It was a joy in the midst of hardship.    

For them, staying in this dark Void Fortress for a long time, it was such a boring life. It was not easy to have such a good chance to have fun.    

Nobody cared about it.    

In the spiritual pool, Chen Xiao's entire body was red as if he had been cooked. He looked extremely terrifying, but the aura on his body was rising crazily, reaching a terrifying level.    

"In less than a year, I feel that my magic power has actually increased so much. I'm afraid it's been close to a hundred years of bitter cultivation."    

This discovery shocked Chen Xiao.    

The benefits of the Heaven Bearing Lake were truly too great. And right now, he still had the energy to stay longer.    

"This is not just a hundred years, but at least three hundred years of cultivation. You are not the only one absorbing energy in your body."    

Hierro said in a low voice, very careful.    

The Immortal King's fortress was too dangerous. If they were to be discovered, then things would be extremely bad.    

"Yes, let's continue."    

Almost five years had passed in the blink of an eye.    

Chen Xiao felt his entire body swell up as he stood in the spirit pool, as if he was going to explode. It was extremely uncomfortable, but he could still endure it.    

The circulation of the Five Elemental Arts had also reached its limit.    

Shocking rumbling sounds resounded within his body. It was like a tsunami, rumbling nonstop.    

It was like there was an invisible millstone inside his body that was refining and merging all the energy of the world into his body to strengthen his body.    

At this moment, after five years of training, there were only twenty or so cultivators left in the Sky Bearing Lake. The rest of them had been eliminated and were standing on the shore, silently watching.    

To them, the benefits of the Heaven Bearing Lake had already been used up. Unfortunately, they had only absorbed a little, so they felt very lonely in their hearts.    

After all, this kind of opportunity might only happen once in their entire lives.    

At the same time, they also discovered a secret that couldn't be considered a secret. The amount of benefits a cultivator could obtain in the Spirit Pool depended on their own foundation and the strength of their physique.    

No matter how strong one's willpower was, it was useless.    

In the Spiritual Pond, the pain of being washed by the endless power of heaven and earth as well as the terrifying pressure were like walking between life and death. It was worse than death.    

"Only twenty cultivators are left. Most of them have been eliminated."    

Chen Xiao felt a sense of crisis in his heart and did not dare to be careless.    

He knew very well that the twenty people who had still held on until now were definitely monsters among geniuses and could not be underestimated.    

"Ah, save me, save ~" Suddenly, another cultivator cried for help.    

Li Zhan, who was resting on the stage, suddenly opened his eyes. With a flick of his right hand, the cultivator was saved and thrown to the side.    

"It's him, Wu Yong!" Chen Xiao glanced at him indifferently, but he recognized him.    

It was the eldest of the Three Immortals of the Peach Valley, the sword cultivator, Wu Yong. He only had the cultivation of the late stage of the Tribulation Transcender Stage, but he was able to hold on for so long.    

After going through such a round of strengthening of his Immortal Body, Wu Yong had already reached the peak of the Tribulation Transcender Stage, and his harvest was not small.    

"Mn, not bad. Hurry up and circulate your cultivation." Even Li Zhan nodded his head in praise.    

"Yes, Your Highness."    

Yes, Your Highness. Wu Yong smiled and replied. He didn't dare to be negligent, so he quickly sat down on the spot and continued to refine the energy that filled his body to consolidate his strength.    

This was the most important point.    

Many people started to discuss this. Some were envious, while others were disdainful.    

- From [Mee-Goo]