I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 581: Origin of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms

Across the immense universe of the Three Realms and Six Paths, beings endowed with immense might and techniques piercing the heavens exist in endless numbers.

Truly, triumphing over the Divine Envoy through sheer skill showcases one's prowess, but it remains insufficient.

To elevate their strength further, individuals must persist in refining and claiming opportunities, thereby rising to higher realms beside the Great Saint, securing a foothold and a say.

Once he took the item, Lin Yi nodded in acknowledgment, tucked the scroll away in his storage space, summoned Shenxiao’s vice ship Lingyue, and boarded it.

"With the ascension method now in hand, there's no need to stay any longer.

With that, Lin Yi stepped inside.

As Shenxiao began to depart, the typically taciturn Ao Hun drew near Ao Zhan, his face filled with concern.

"Hey, are you sure it's okay to mislead the master this way?"

"What happens if the master learns that meeting the conditions won't revive Xuanyuan Qingcang? The master has treated us kindly; during clashes with the Izak Race, he shared the power-boosting spoils with us, but should the master fly into a rage, we'll all...

Uttering these words, Ao Hun shook his head in resignation.

Ao Zhan's kind motives were well understood by Ao Hun. In this unjust realm, safeguarding what they hold dear leaves no option but to charge ahead ceaselessly toward the pinnacle—what else could they do?

Even rivaling the Divine Envoy's tier and seizing might surpassing him, none can promise Lin Yi will fully restore Xuanyuan Qingcang, yet one truth stands firm: by then, the Divine Envoy would have to evade Lin Yi's edge.

"Whatever fury the master unleashes later, I won't mind. If it keeps the master and Dragon God safe, I'd gladly wager my life—why wouldn't I?"

Ao Lie approached then, flashed a wink at his elder brother, and declared.

"No issue, big brother; I'll stand by you."

The Blue Star after the crossing vastly differs from Lin Yi's original Blue Star.

The starkest differences lie in landmass and population.

Thousands of years back, prior to humanity harnessing Primordial Qi, Descent Abyss monsters already rampaged across Blue Star.

Back then, lacking advanced tech or mighty professionals,

humans confronting the invading Descent Abyss monsters had just one path: desperate combat.

As time progressed, mastery of Primordial Qi grew among humans, birthing high-tier professionals and War God titans; from that point, Descent Abyss monsters ceased being humanity's terror.

Eventually, armed with sufficient might to curb Descent Abyss monsters, humans sought their origin.

Myriad Descent Abyss portals spawn these monsters yet aren't their densest hubs.

The greatest cluster, wielding the heaviest toll on Blue Star, resides in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms.

Originally, this area held nothing.

When humans first found it, Nemo Point was merely a barren expanse of ocean shrouded in mystery.

Human professionals' power was then too weak to pierce the enveloping mist.

One day, a top-tier professional pierced the shroud over the sea, beholding hordes of interdimensional monsters pouring out—thus revealing Blue Star's alien fiends' source.

A conduit forged by Upper-Rank Gods, impervious and barred to lower-plane humans.

After decades of strife, humanity unraveled Nemo Point's secret.

That fog-wreathed island served as a gateway to foreign realms.

A colossal peak rises upon the island.

Shaped like a three-sided prism, each face bears a mirror-smooth portal.

These portals gleam like flawless white jade, from which grotesque, varied monsters endlessly emerge.

To counter them, feuding human nations shelved grudges, uniting under the Blue Star Professional Alliance to battle the portal-spawned hordes.

Over millennia, blending modern tech, nations built bases around the portals, forging today's Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms—though the frontline's span dwarfs ancient times.

The perilous portal outlets now see few venturers; through eons of probes, humans grasped the rule: a one-way gate admitting entrants but barring exit for Blue Star natives or alien worlds' denizens.

This day, gales from the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms bore their usual thick, acrid reek of blood and rot, stirring unease no matter how often breathed.

Battlefields are like that—no helping it.

Sporadic clash echoes, routine for veteran fighters.

Nations, barriers lifted and old enmities eased, hold their traditional lines, defending sectors—yet human warrior losses on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms have plunged.

Betrayals like Chu Xi's teammate sellout never repeat.

With high-tech aids, crushing a carried Signal Spirit Crystal summons aid from capable professionals across nations.

Boosted lately by Blue Star professionals' collective surge, they battle invaders with ease, often brushing them aside.

Yet upon Lin Yi's arrival at the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms, he stumbled into a dire pinch.

At Xia Frontline's heart near Nemo Point's core, a quiet skirmish raged.

A middle-aged War God-level figure, master of Illusory Law, soloed twenty-seven Silver Beetles spilling from Nemo Point’s third outlet.

Silver Beetles—mid-tier fiends from the third passage's "Insect Nest."

Passage three, labeled "Insect Nest," solely births insect-type beings.

Xia warriors have bled heavily against them.

Insect race foes boast average might but key edges.

Dim-witted and utterly loyal to anti-Blue Star directives,

plus resilient builds letting them fight fiercely despite lost limbs, they prove a nightmare.

Each must be obliterated fully, their eggs smashed clean.

One slipping past the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms spells catastrophe for mankind.

On the field, ten of twenty-seven Silver Beetles lay as wreckage, dead beyond doubt; of the seventeen left, two turned on kin.

Clashing massive claws, they butchered comrades, strikes bent on lethal ends.

This defies the insect race's rote obedience utterly.