Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 945 - 419: We May All Die, But You Must Not—You Will Ascend to Divinity over Our Corpses!

The instant the throne materialized, Su Tu detected a fatal threat, as though he balanced on a slender rope over blade mountains and flame seas, with Forest Hell gaping below his feet.

This sensation stabbed deeply and fiercely, choking him like a blockage in his throat. The keen intuition from Inference of Heaven sharpened further after his latest breakthrough.

A prior hazy warning of peril now nearly solidified into a spectral image right before his vision the moment it struck.

Right then, Su Tu witnessed a crimson sea swallowing the skies, a blood ocean that devours everything, forcing the heavens into utter quiet.

Upon beholding that silent sea, three phrases emerged in his mind.

Do not stare straight, do not confront it, do not oppose.

Su Tu furrowed his brow faintly. The momentary notions sparked by his massive power upgrade were swiftly corrected.

Though he neared the level of a true powerhouse, his actual foes had never been his fellow talents.

Rather, beings far beyond mortal comprehension.

Thus, he needed to forever keep his vigilance sharp and his actions decisive!

His mission... lay in surviving this baffling, groundless... ’reincarnation.’

At that instant, every genius locked their eyes purely on the scarlet throne, their stares blazing with fervor, but no one rushed forward recklessly.

Deep inside, they sensed the throne remained incomplete.

All of them waited patiently for its final elevation.

Like those geniuses, Su Tu now fixed his gaze upon the blood-red throne.

It loomed gigantic, akin to a colossal peak, blood-hued engravings resembling pulsing veins wrapping around it, while warped sun and moon crowned its summit.

At the fusion of sun and moon, a hazy door faintly materialized inside.

The source of Su Tu’s sensed danger was precisely that vague... door!!

Su Tu’s eyes landed on the ’door,’ and the very next instant, they trembled uncontrollably with force.

For this door felt far from strange to him—it even seemed vaguely recognizable...

This matched the vision from his initial Basic Skill cultivation, when he stepped into that shattered realm, grasped Immortal Burial, and glimpsed a ruined celestial gate upon exit.

That celestial gate precisely mirrored the ’door’ hidden behind the throne’s sun and moon!!!

"No wonder every race values this contest so highly, no wonder the ten celestial beings regard it with utmost gravity and wariness."

"So, this True King Competition truly connects to the Immortals...."

Su Tu pondered inwardly.

A broken celestial gate bearing the inscription ’South,’ which stamps the skies to suppress endless Deceitful Gods of the East and sever the infinite road of the North.

These three phrases formed Su Tu’s Inner Realm and established the base of his Martial Arts Dao.

Ah Chang had mentioned earlier that Immortal Burial served as a marker from the Daluos, cultivable only by those bearing Immortal Divine traits.

These three Inner Realm sites all stemmed from Immortal Burial, undoubtedly concealing vast enigmas.

Shockingly, the blood-red throne bore the fragmented celestial gate of his Inner Realm, obviously tied to the Immortals and likely harboring even greater mysteries.

Su Tu, who already planned to claim this throne, felt his resolve harden even more.

Buzzing~

The crimson radiance on the throne slowly faded, the light withdrawing steadily as the vein-like patterns seemed to awaken, quivering faintly and lending an uncanny aura to the massive seat at that moment.

As those veins quivered, the ’door’ beyond the distorted sun and moon grew ever sharper.

Su Tu understood that the ’door’s’ full emergence would signal this contest’s ultimate peak.

A quick scan showed him myriad eyes filled with ruthless ambition glaring at the throne, stripped of all else, dominated by two words... Ascension to Divinity!!

At this juncture, all races upheld a rare unity, despite the two races standing merely ten thousand meters apart and within instant striking distance, no clashes erupted.

They waited together, awaiting the throne’s summons to the final bloodbath.

These prodigies, adored across the cosmos by their own kind, would end as mere bleached skeletons by the throne, gore staining the Emperor Dao below.

Su Tu let out a soft sigh, though his gaze showed no pity. From the moment they trod this Ancient Path, such an outcome was fated.

Suddenly, he touched down on solid earth; the Human Race had utterly wiped out the Elf Race, hurling corpses into a vast pit devoured by surging infernos.

Utterly eliminating every chance of revival, this stands as an age-old custom of the Human Race, long forgotten by modern Humans yet still cherished by the walkers of the Celestial Martial Race.

This practice was born from the Humans who first arose from the Star River, shaped by brutal life-and-death battles, back when their knowledge of life held that severing the heads guaranteed complete destruction.

Races able to regenerate delivered crushing blows to the Humans, so in every fight, they torched the corpses, feeling secure only after seeing enemies burned down to ashes.

But as Humans grew in power, they no longer required flames to reduce foes to dust, and so this tradition faded into oblivion long ago.

Lin An and the others now revive this ancient rite for just one purpose: to steady the hearts of the people.