Outside the Sealed World, the Saint Realm masters of the Ancient Profound Association were still waiting.
Inside the Sealed World, Chen Zong's group of five was also waiting, waiting for the test the Corpse Daoist had mentioned.
A cold wind appeared out of thin air, sweeping in from all directions as a white bone door appeared out of thin air, gradually solidifying in front of everyone.
Seeing this door, everyone felt a chill run down their spines and a chill run down their spines.
Pieces of pale bones and skulls were pieced together, and the empty eye sockets above the skulls were dark and deep, as if they were staring at everyone.
An astonishing chill constantly spread out from the white bone door, as if a peerless demon was sleeping inside, striking fear into everyone.
For a moment, the five of them didn't move, as an invisible pressure appeared in their hearts, tugging at their heartstrings.
Chen Zong took a deep breath, eliminating the trace of hesitation and fear that had appeared in his heart.
Immediately, Zheng Tuo and the others' expressions became firm. Even if what lay ahead was hell, what harm was there?
"Chen Zong, you're best at defense, so you'll be the first to enter," Lin Yi said directly, "Zheng Tuo, you and Chen Zong go in together."
One attacking and one defending, their coordination was excellent.
Chen Zong and Zheng Tuo had no objections, and the two stepped out together, their figures instantly disappearing into the white bone door.
"Let's go," Lin Yi immediately said, stepping out and stepping into the white bone door with Nan Wu Kong and Jackdaw.
As soon as he stepped through the white bone door, Chen Zong felt a cold aura spread out, attaching to his skin, as if it wanted to seep into his bone marrow. It was more like the roar of a ghost, rushing straight to his Knowledge Sea.
Looking over, Chen Zong saw countless corpses floating about like a river. Their pale and empty eyes seemed to be staring at him, causing Chen Zong's hair to stand on end. A chill uncontrollably spread out from the depths of his heart.
Immediately, Chen Zong's pupils shrank as he saw a mountain of pale bones in the distance.
A river of corpses, a mountain of bones!
What was this place?
Chen Zong also discovered that Zheng Tuo, who had entered the bone gate with him, had disappeared.
This was a world of corpses and skeletons, and he was the only one alive.
Suddenly, a sense of loneliness, as if he had been abandoned by the world, emerged from the depths of his heart.
Waves of gloomy winds blew over, and they carried a nauseating smell of decay and were suffused with a pale white and deathly still aura. It filled the heavens and the earth, and it stood aloof from the world and seemed to be targeted, rejected, and hostile by the entire world.
Indescribable chaotic willpower came from all directions and rushed into Chen Zong's Sea of Consciousness, wreaking havoc in his Sea of Consciousness, as if trying to tear Chen Zong's Sea of Consciousness apart.
Under the impact of this chaotic will, his spiritual will was like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any time.
However, Chen Zong's soul was extremely powerful. Even his Spiritual Will had been strengthened a lot. Facing such a chaotic and majestic attack, he could completely withstand it. His Soul Fire burned, and the chaotic Will was burned away one by one.
However, the indescribable sense of loneliness could not be rejected. Instead, it accumulated and deepened, becoming more and more powerful.
Loneliness was the natural enemy of intelligent beings, especially human cultivators. Being in a state of loneliness for a long time was a great challenge to one's mind.
Especially in this environment, where corpses formed rivers and bones formed mountains, and gloomy winds blew, the chaotic willpower was like a ghost, constantly eroding one's mind and attacking one's spiritual will.
While enduring the impact of the chaotic willpower, Chen Zong scanned his surroundings with his sharp eyes.
"An illusion?" A thought came to Chen Zong's mind.
If it was not an illusion, how could there be such a terrifying scene? Zheng Tuo and the other three had also disappeared.
However, it was too real.
Chen Zong was confident that with his current ability, ordinary illusions would not work at all.
After all, illusions targeted the mind, or rather, the spiritual will, which was related to the soul. Chen Zong's soul was extremely powerful, and so was his mind. If his mind was not moved, it would be difficult for external evil to invade. Ordinary illusions would not be able to confuse him at all.
Chen Zong dared to say that even a Mastery Saint Rudiment Stage powerhouse would fall for his illusions if they wanted to confuse him.
However, if it was not an illusion, it would be too shocking.
"Kekekeke … Enter my Corpse Prison, and you'll only be able to break free from the Killing Tribulation and Refining Heart." A gloomy, sharp, and hoarse voice suddenly sounded as if it came from the depths of his heart, startling Chen Zong slightly.
It was the Corpse Daoist's voice.
This was a test set by the Corpse Daoist. As for why he left a cave mansion in this place and set up a test, Chen Zong had no idea. After all, the expert had his own way of doing things.
In other words, the Corpse Daoist did things based on his mood and was temperamental. Perhaps he left a test or an opportunity behind when he was in a good mood.
That was the Corpse Daoist's business. As for now, he had to get out of this Corpse Prison, or rather, leave this Corpse Prison.
"Killing Tribulation and Refining Heart …" Chen Zong pondered, pondering the meaning behind it.
Then, the skeletons on the Bone Mountain seemed to be stirred up by an invisible force. They flew up and assembled into skeletons one after another. Their empty eyes burned with scarlet flames, emitting shocking coldness and ferocity.
A chill rose from the depths of his heart and gushed out like a spring.
Chen Zong's face was solemn.
Could the so-called Corpse Prison be these zombies and skeletons?
The zombies abruptly leaped high into the air, bringing with them a terrifying aura of decay as they charged towards Chen Zong. The scene of hundreds and thousands of zombies leaping towards him shocked Chen Zong greatly.
The skeletons, on the other hand, were like thousands of soldiers and horses galloping wildly. Their shocking murderous aura surged as if they were going to devour Chen Zong.
Alone with a sword in his hand, Chen Zong stood still and stared coldly ahead, facing the attack of the Corpse Prison army.
Kill!
Killing Tribulation and Refining Heart meant killing to get out of the Corpse Prison.
However, in this killing, one's mind could not be confused by killing intent. Instead, one had to kill with one's heart in a sober state.
The Gilded Mountain Sword swept out as if it could split thousands of soldiers. Its momentum was vigorous and overbearing, and the sword's edge was terrifying.
The sword light swept across the sky like a crescent moon. More than a dozen zombies were swept past, and they paused for a moment before being cut in half at the waist. With the sword in his hand, Chen Zong was like an invincible God of War on the battlefield.
Kill! Kill!
100!
200!
…
800!
900!
1000!
As he kept killing, Chen Zong gradually came to a realization.
Killing Tribulation and Refining Heart!
Keeping one's heart unshaken in the killing and not being confused or disturbed by the killing intent was Refining Heart.
This seemed to be easy for Chen Zong.
With Chen Zong's soul strength, spiritual willpower, and Sword Principle realm, this kind of killing could not affect him at all.
The killing became nothing. The river of corpses and the mountain of skeletons collapsed under Chen Zong's sword and turned into ashes.
The world in front of him began to collapse. Chen Zong's expression did not change at all. He was only calm, and he watched it all with cold eyes.
Shortly after, the crumbling world began to disappear. Chen Zong was slightly taken aback. He had returned to the originally spacious hall. However, he was the only one in the hall. Zheng Tuo and the other three were nowhere to be seen.
Wait!
Chen Zong guessed that maybe they had entered the so-called Corpse Prison like him, but they had not killed their way out.
While waiting, Chen Zong began to cultivate.
Time passed slowly. After about a few minutes, a figure from the void became solid. It was Zheng Tuo.
Zheng Tuo saw Chen Zong as soon as he appeared, and he was stunned at first.
"Brother Chen, have you been to the Corpse Prison?" Zheng Tuo asked.
"Yes," Chen Zong replied.
"I admire you." Zheng Tuo sighed sincerely.
Only those who had personally experienced the so-called Corpse Prison's test knew how difficult it was. Zheng Tuo was ranked 80th on the Netherworld List, while Chen Zong was ranked 93rd. There was a gap of 13 places between them.
However, when dealing with the Fiendish Corpses, Chen Zong used a mysterious method to absorb the majestic Fiendish Qi. After that, he killed 12 Fiendish Corpses, which was only one less than Zheng Tuo.
However, one had to know that Chen Zong's title was Primeval Sword. He was best at defensive sword techniques, Primeval Impenetrable Primeval Sword. On the other hand, his title was Mad Slash. He was best at attacking.
Therefore, the 13 Fiendish Corpses he killed were actually not more than Chen Zong.
Now, Chen Zong had broken through the Corpse Prison one step ahead of him.
"Brother Chen, I'm sure that your ranking on the Netherworld List will soon surpass mine," Zheng Tuo said seriously.
"Brother Zheng, thank you for your kind words," Chen Zong said with a smile.
This answer indirectly acknowledged Zheng Tuo's words, and also showed Chen Zong's great confidence in himself.
Surpass Zheng Tuo!
For Chen Zong, it was only a matter of time.
Zheng Tuo's cultivation was at the high level of the Half-saint Realm. It was very difficult to go further in the Half-saint Realm, and there was very little room for improvement.
Chen Zong seemed to be at the middle level of the Half-saint Realm, but in fact, he was only at the low level of the Half-saint Realm. He had just broken through to the low level of the Half-saint Realm, so there was still a lot of room for improvement.
At a glance, one could see that Chen Zong's potential was higher than Zheng Tuo's.
When his cultivation reached the middle level of the Half-saint Realm, Zheng Tuo would definitely not be his opponent.
Even at the low level of the Half-saint Realm, Chen Zong was confident that he could surpass Zheng Tuo.
The two did not talk much, and started to cultivate separately. The Heavenly Sons of Heaven on the Netherworld List were not bragging, but real strength. Each of them was very serious and worked very hard, but they would not waste time, not to mention that they had gained from the test.
After about a dozen breaths, the third figure appeared. It was Nan Wukong.
When he saw Zheng Tuo, Nan Wukong was not surprised, but when he saw Chen Zong, the surprise on his face was very obvious.
He had actually passed the Corpse Prison's test earlier than him.
Before long, Jackdaw's figure also appeared. Last was Lin Yi, the Mysterious Sky Sword.
Seeing that he was the last to appear, which meant that he was the last to pass the test, Lin Yi's face darkened slightly.
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