In the center of the huge Iron Blood City, there was a very wide open space. In the center of the open space stood a dark red stone tablet. The stone tablet was at least a thousand meters tall, and it was like a sword that pointed to the sky of the trial world.
In the sky above Iron Blood City, with the black stele as the center, there was a gray vortex surrounded by dark clouds. It looked like a tunnel, a space-time tunnel that led to an unknown and mysterious place.
On the thousand-meter-tall, sword-shaped, dark-red stele, there were rows upon rows of words. They were all names, and after the names, there were also the corresponding races. There were a total of one thousand names listed down.
This stele was called the Iron Blood Battle Stele.
The Iron Blood Battle Stele was also created by the gods. It was built together with Iron Blood City and was one with Iron Blood City.
Thousands of meters away from the Iron Blood Battle Stele, there were many people gathered in the open space around the stele. They were all different.
There was the God of Underworld Clan, who wore a mysterious black robe and emitted a cold aura. There was the Earth Demon Clan, who was short and ugly with a ferocious face. There was the Heavenly Demon Clan, who was tall and didn't look like a human. Of course, there was also the human swordsman.
"Among the hundred races, the God of Underworld Clan is still the strongest."
"We, the Underworld God Clan, have occupied the first place of the Iron Blood Battle Ranking List many times in a row. We are the strongest clan. The Iron Blood Battle Stele should be rebuilt in the shape that we like, the shape of a sword."
"Hmph, back then, when the gods opened up the Trial Realm and built Ironblood City, they also built the Ironblood Battle Stele. Because our human race's Sword God defeated the gods of the other races, the Ironblood Battle Stele was built in the shape of a sword.
The sword is the representative of the human race. Although there are other races that can use swords, they are not like the human race who specializes in swords.
For the human race, the sword is not only used for cultivation, but also for defense and killing. It is also a symbol, a totem, and the belief of the swordsman.
Just as the human swordsman said, the Sword God of the human race was the strongest among the gods of the hundred races. Therefore, the Iron Blood Battle Stele was built in the shape of a human sword.
Now that the gods had fallen, others naturally did not have the ability to rebuild the Iron Blood Battle Stele. Even now, the strongest of the various races did not have the ability to do so.
Taking a step back, even if they had the ability to rebuild the Iron Blood Battle Stele, they did not have the ability to enter the trial world.
The trial world was created by the joint efforts of the gods of the hundred races. Without the power of a god, it was impossible to force one's way into the trial world. Thus, the Iron Blood Hundred Battles Stele had been passed down in the form of a human sword ever since its construction.
Changing the appearance of the Iron Blood Battle Stele was something that the God of Underworld Clan and other clans wanted to do, but no one could do it.
But it had to be said that this was a great irony. Since the fall of the Sword God of the Human Tribe, the powerful Human Tribe began to decline, as if it had reached its peak and then declined. It had once fallen from being the most powerful tribe. Now, it had fallen below the top ten.
It had been nearly ten thousand years since the trial world was reopened. Every hundred years, the first place on the Iron Blood Battle Stele was mostly from the God of Underworld Clan, with a small number from the Earth Demon Tribe and the Heavenly Demon Tribe. Apart from these three clans, no other genius from any other race could take first place.
Not to mention first place, the Human Tribe had not even taken third place for many years.
The decline of the Human Tribe was not just for show.
The strength of the God of Underworld Clan was not just for show, but for real strength.
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Outside the practice room, the thirty-six disciples of the Black Sun Sword Sect were still there. They had been waiting here for six days. The person they wanted to hate was still in the practice room.
Six days of waiting did not diminish the hatred in their hearts. Instead, with the passage of time, it continued to settle. It seemed that the murderous aura had dissipated, but in fact, it was restrained. It gathered in their hearts and in their bodies, constantly brewing. Once it erupted, it would only be more terrifying.
Dozens of people were waiting for a five-star Sword Of Gojoseon. At first, when the news spread, many people were still interested. However, after a few days, nothing happened, so everyone gradually lost interest.
Only those Sword Of Gojoseon who wanted to enter the practice room would casually ask about it.
"What are they doing?" the ninth prince asked casually when he passed by and saw the people of the Black Sun Sword Sect.
"Ninth prince, they are disciples of the Black Sun Sword Sect. They are waiting for their enemy to leave the practice room. It is said that their enemy is a five-star Sword Of Gojoseon." There were a few nine-star Sword Of Gojoseon beside the ninth prince. One of them replied respectfully and in detail.
"Five-star Sword Of Gojoseon …" The ninth prince's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this. In his memory, he seemed to have seen a five-star Sword Of Gojoseon not long ago.
The Sword Monarch's memory was amazing, especially the Ninth Shenzi, who could be called a monstrous genius. His memory was also unique. As long as he wanted to, he could even remember the details of things that happened decades ago, not to mention things that happened a while ago.
A while ago, he had seen Chu Mu. However, because he didn't put Chu Mu in his eyes at all, his memory was fuzzy.
"Some time ago, on our way to Iron Blood City, we met a five-star Sword Of Gojoseon, but it shouldn't be him," the nine-star Sword Of Gojoseon said. He was the one who threatened Chu Mu.
Hearing this, the ninth prince had an impression of him.
However, he only responded with an "oh" and did not care. To him, no matter if it was a five-star Sword Of Gojoseon with extraordinary talent or a disciple of a dominator force, the Black Sun Sword Sect, they could not attract his attention. This was because he was a prince, the prince of the Heavenly Sword Hall. He had a high status, and he was not even afraid of the sect master of a dominator force.
There were only nine bodies in the Heavenly Sword Hall, and every one of them was groomed to be the hall master of the Heavenly Sword Hall.
In other words, the position of the Grand Hall Master of the Heavenly Sword Hall was held by one of the princes after they grew stronger.
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In the training room, Chu Mu did not know what was happening outside. On the sixth day since he entered, he was refining the eighth Dragon-Elephant Fruit. He was refining it at a speed of a little more than one fruit a day.
The power released by the Dragon-Elephant Fruit was very strong. It was like a torrent that washed through Chu Mu's body. It was like a torrential river, and no part of his body was left untouched.
This power was very domineering, as if a Dragon-Elephant was running.
Chu Mu used the Astral Calamity Technique and continuously suppressed and refined this domineering power, integrating it into his body and strengthening every part of his body.
After six consecutive days of non-stop cultivation, Chu Mu could clearly feel that his body was constantly getting stronger.
From the middle of the eight-star realm, it kept improving until it reached the peak of the eight-star realm. Then, it successfully broke through and reached the later stage of the eight-star realm. As it was refined, it continued to strengthen until it reached the peak of the eight-star realm. Then, it broke through again and reached the peak of the eight-star realm.
At this moment, Chu Mu's physical strength had reached the peak of the eight-star realm. He had finished refining the eighth Dragon-Elephant Fruit.
The peak of the eight-star realm's physical strength was much stronger than that of the middle of the eight-star realm. However, it was still not enough. Without a major breakthrough, the increase in strength was still insufficient.
Iron Blood City was the place where the geniuses of the hundred clans gathered. There were many powerful King Realm cultivators. His strength was not enough.
As for the disciples of the Black Sun Sword Sect, Chu Mu did not pay much attention to them.
"There are still five Dragon-Elephant Fruits left. It's enough for my physical strength to break through to the nine-star realm. Moreover, it seems like it's not just a breakthrough." Chu Mu thought to himself. The effect of the Dragon-Elephant Fruit was better than he had expected.
However, after refining eight Dragon-Elephant Fruits consecutively, Chu Mu did not feel a trace of the bloodline power of the Dragon-Elephant Fruit. The probability of that was too low.
With a thought, the ninth Dragon-Elephant Fruit flew up automatically and entered Chu Mu's mouth again. He swallowed, crushed, and digested the fruit into energy that swept through his body and refined it.
After refining the ninth Dragon-Elephant Fruit, Chu Mu suddenly felt a strange energy in his body. That energy was very subtle, but extremely tough. Chu Mu could vaguely hear the roar of a Dragon-Elephant.
That subtle and tough energy entered Chu Mu's blood and flowed continuously. Chu Mu felt that his bloodline was undergoing some kind of change. It was about to be forcefully changed.
Chu Mu's heart skipped a beat. He immediately knew that the Dragon Elephant Fruit could contain a sliver of the Dragon Elephant bloodline power and a sliver of desolation.
That trace of bloodline power was extremely tough. It wanted to forcefully change Chu Mu's bloodline.
Once it was changed, dragon-elephant scales would grow on Chu Mu's skin. At that time, his defense and strength would increase tremendously. His strength would increase exponentially. However, there were pros and cons. The pros were obvious, but the cons were also obvious. It was that he would become a ferocious beast in human form.
He would have a torso like a human, but with scales that only beasts would have.
In that case, he would no longer be part of the human race and would not be recognized by the human race.
Those who are not of the human race will have different intentions. This was not just a saying.
The change in bloodline would subtly affect one's character, way of thinking and habits. Eventually, one would leave the human race and become completely different.
Chu Mu would never accept becoming a non-human, no matter how much his strength would increase.
Therefore, he used his Divine Will to attack, and when it came into contact with the tenacious bloodline power, it shattered.
The bloodline power was unexpectedly tough. Fortunately, it wasn't much, only a sliver. Under Chu Mu's powerful Divine Remembrance, it could only resist tenaciously for a dozen breaths of time before obediently shattering, unable to resist.
If this sliver of bloodline power was ten times more powerful, Chu Mu probably wouldn't have been able to do anything.
The shattered bloodline power transformed into an even purer energy that instantly surged out. Vaguely, Chu Mu seemed to hear a "kacha" sound, as if something had been shattered. An incomparably tyrannical energy surged within his body … …
Nine stars!
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