"Other than the Undying God Consciousness, there are also divine arts in the sword path, creation, and so on."
Mahakala continued to examine the sword picture with a playful smile on his face.
Black gas flowed in and out of the black sun behind his head. This black gas was the source of the darkness that formed Mahakala's ten thousand miles radius.
"However, the strange thing is that the existence of the god realm can't trigger his Undying God Consciousness, nor can they sense his attainments in the sword path and creation. His divine arts are only targeted at divine arts practitioners. We can't sense his paths, skills, and divine arts, and can only see with our naked eyes. It's hard to comprehend the essence of his divine arts. "
Mahakala smiled faintly and praised, "This Yankang Overlord Body does have some skills. It's easy to destroy his letter of challenge, but difficult to break his divine arts. "
In Mahakala's palace, the gods of the northern heavens looked at each other.
In front of River Tomb Academy, Qin Mu used his sword as a brush and space as paper. With a swish, he drew his own sword picture and made it into a letter of challenge.
When Qin Mu had drawn it, he had done it in a relaxed and casual manner, yet when Sword Picture was sent here, even these high and mighty gods felt that it was extremely thorny.
"Return to your respective heavens and select the most outstanding divine arts practitioners, regardless of cultivation level."
Mahakala closed the letter of challenge and said, "Gather these people and send them here. There is only one condition for sending them here, and that is to enter the path. If they are young divine arts practitioners who haven't entered the path, sending them here is just courting death. "
The gods of the northern heavens looked at each other. A god and devil mustered up his courage and said, "How difficult is it to enter the path? There are more than three hundred heavens in the north, and each of them has a population of billions. However, to select a divine arts practitioner who has entered the path, I'm afraid it's difficult for us. "
Mahakala said indifferently, "Why are there so many divine arts practitioners in Yankang who have entered the path?"
"This …"
"War!"
Mahakala stood up, and the Great Black Sun behind his head seemed to fly out countless threads that connected to the darkness. When he walked, the black gas that gushed out from the Great Black Sun was like silk that was filled with texture, pulling the darkness behind him, moving along with his footsteps.
"Yankang went through eight hundred years of war. The people living in that tiny place had no choice but to do everything they could to improve themselves. Their divine bridge was severed and they couldn't ascend to the heavenly palace. They could only seek breakthroughs in various aspects."
Mahakala said in a low voice, "And war has become the best furnace for them to break through! The northern heavens had been peaceful for too long, so much so that these little fellows were living in a drunken stupor. Even divine arts practitioners who had entered the path were hard to come by in ten thousand years. Let them fight and kill. It's like raising Gu. Put them in a pot and kill until only one or two Gu worms are left. That will be the most poisonous one. "
The gods of the northern heavens felt their blood run cold.
The bull-headed god said carefully, "There are many strong disciples under Mahakala …"
Mahakala glanced at him and said with a smile that was not a smile, "You guys made a Pact of Little Earth Count with Wen Tiange, this evil Heavenly Teacher, behind my back. You guys couldn't take him down, and now you want me to clean up after you guys. Are you the rulers of the Northern Heavens, or am I? Scram and honestly choose your Gu worm. A month later, I want to see your strongest Gu worm! "
The gods left and returned to their respective heavens.
Frost Heaven was covered in snow and ice. In a huge basin, countless divine arts practitioners were hiding, hiding, and killing each other in this world of ice and snow. The snow was originally beautiful, but now there were plum blossom-like bloodstains on the snowy landscape.
Snowflakes drifted in the air, gradually covering the bloodstains.
Other than this ice valley, there were other ice valleys where divine arts practitioners were also killing each other. The divine arts practitioners in every ice valley were of the same realm.
In order to select the most outstanding divine arts practitioners, the gods of Frost Heaven gathered tens of thousands of them together. Like raising Gu worms, they let them kill each other, all for the sake of selecting the strongest divine arts practitioners, forcing them to enter the path through life and death battles.
This was only one of the northern heavens.
In the northern part of the Primordial Realm, there were more than three hundred heavens of various sizes. Some had a large population, while some had a small population. However, the smallest had a few hundred million people, while the largest had a population of tens of billions.
In a month's time, the divine arts practitioners of the hundreds of heavens suffered heavy casualties. However, the results were also remarkable. Many strong divine arts practitioners were selected.
Among them, there were more than ten who had entered the path, and their abilities were tyrannical.
The gods of the northern heavens brought their selected divine arts practitioners to the palace of Mahakala to seek an audience with Mahakala.
More than three hundred divine arts practitioners stood neatly outside the palace of Mahakala. Every one of them was the elite of the elite. They were filled with killing intent and fighting spirit, and had unparalleled confidence.
"There are still too many people who have not entered the path."
Mahakala did not allow them to enter the palace. He passed down a decree, "Letting these people see the battle invitation of Yankang's Overlord Body will only make them laugh. Do you want the country bumpkins of Yankang to mock me? Let them continue killing each other until only those who have entered the path are left. Even if there is one more who has entered the path, it will be good enough. "
Outside the palace, the three hundred divine arts practitioners instantly erupted with divine arts. Their divine arts burst forth, illuminating the darkness around them!
Every ray of light that tore through the darkness caused a divine arts practitioner to fall and die!
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