The first warrior to fall didn't even register what happened, but the others reacted quickly; the god of slaughter who killed the Prince was suddenly right in front of them! Battle Souls! Surges of Battle Soul strength impacted them repeatedly, and the power of their bloodlines began to awaken and roar within their bodies.

But Qian Jin's solid punches were faster than their movements. His Chain Arrow Battle Skill bloomed at full power in that instant, unleashing hundreds of fists upon the few barbarian warriors—a hundred strikes in a single second that shattered their bones completely, sending their bodies soaring into the air. Faster than a lightning strike across the sky, Falak and the Behemoth bloodline warriors, all at the peak of Battle Soul strength, perished beneath Qian Jin's fists.

Mu Ne Zhen Ce stared blankly at Qian Jin’s towering back. Was this truly just an ordinary warrior? Wielding a Super Battle Weapon, he had managed to defeat a genius bloodline warrior of the same level who held a Sacred Artifact!

Falak was a genius, a true genius warrior! He possessed not only supreme strength but, more terrifyingly, an unquenchable fighting will. Even after his true body was destroyed, his residual will continued to drive his Second Battle Body forward.

He was a genuine genius warrior; his combat experience during the recent fierce fight clearly testified to this. It was just that... he had encountered the almost inhuman existence that was Qian Jin.

Mu Ne Zhen Ce desperately wanted to know if the Qian Jin of today could withstand that Saintly strike head-on, without taking any damage, should he encounter the female undead spirit from that other day. "Damn it! Comrade, that battle you just fought was absolutely brilliant!" Duan Feng Bu Er approached with a hearty laugh.

"I never expected that after absorbing the essence of the Heart of Lucifer, your strength would become this monstrous. Perhaps even facing a true Saint-level expert, you wouldn't lose! Your performance puts a lot of pressure on me!" Duan Feng Bu Er spoke of pressure, yet his face showed no sign of it.

The essence of the Heart of Lucifer wasn't only absorbed by Qian Jin; he too had absorbed and digested it after the last great battle. Nobody knew the extent of his current power. Qian Jin looked at the gauntlets in his hand.

"These suit me well; I won't be splitting them with you." Fen Tu Kuang Ge shrugged. This item was something Qian Jin had risked his life to obtain, so it naturally belonged to him. However, it was genuinely hard to imagine Qian Jin's strength reaching such a height.

The newly gathered Newcomer King Tournament was becoming increasingly interesting. "Let's go! Up the mountain!" Qian Jin carefully examined the gauntlets, ensuring this Sacred Artifact wasn't like the Dark Demon Armor—an item exclusively suited for a specific bloodline power—before confidently placing them on his hands.

The moment the Sacred Artifact settled on his skin, Qian Jin understood why powerful experts usually didn't wear Sacred Artifacts constantly. While the item could stimulate the holder's potential, it also devoured Battle Qi at a terrifying, high speed. The consumption was like a massive water pipe siphoning water from a small washbasin—it could empty the basin completely in a short time.

This method of consuming Battle Qi! Qian Jin suspected he wouldn't even make it to the summit before all his Battle Qi was drained, perhaps even his Battle Soul would be pulled out. Without needing deliberate activation, the Sacred Artifact’s absorption of Battle Qi was already this fearsome!

Qian Jin cautiously probed the artifact's capabilities and soon realized it could amplify the power of his Soul Domain. Instantly boosting the abilities of his Burning Soul Domain and Violent Soul Domain... Qian Jin desperately wanted to test what the full power of a strike would feel like in that state.

Sacrifice this Sacred Artifact upon reaching the Saint realm? A strange impulse surged through Qian Jin. If he used this artifact to achieve sainthood, its power would merge into his Soul Domain.

Then, his Violent Soul Domain and Burning Soul Domain wouldn't start at their initial, baseline state. Qian Jin took a few more steps, then carefully removed the Sacred Artifact, placing it directly into his Battle Realm, before continuing his ascent. If he kept wearing it, he'd genuinely need Duan Feng Bu Er to carry him up the mountain.

"What a pity..." Duan Feng Bu Er sighed repeatedly. "Comrade, the power of your strike just now was too immense. Not only did it cleave Falak to death, but the Battle Qi that surged into his body completely pulverized it.

With a guy like that, imagine the treasures he must have in his Battle Realm!" Qian Jin shot Duan Feng Bu Er a helpless look. If Falak hadn't possessed a nascent Soul Domain and a Sacred Artifact, Qian Jin could have captured him alive. But he had both, plus a Second Battle Body that surprised Qian Jin.

While killing him wasn't a matter of luck, capturing him had been impossible. It was fortunate he didn't get the chance to shatter Falak’s nascent Soul Domain, or dealing with that residual power would have been far more troublesome. Chatting amongst themselves, the group quickened their pace and soon reached the mountaintop, only to discover it was a volcano!

A dormant one. Snow blanketed the summit. There was no boiling lava in the mountain, only rock so hard it likely surpassed many Battle Weapons—almost one of the sturdiest stones in the world.

It was a pity it couldn't be used for forging equipment. "There’s a cave over there," Duan Feng Bu Er walked toward an opening in the mountain’s face. "I can feel the power within..." The others followed him, and every person present could clearly sense the might of a Sacred Artifact emanating from inside.

Entering the cave, they found a stone chamber, not very large, clearly carved by hand. In the center of the chamber lay several pieces of equipment shimmering with an unusual light. Qian Jin could hardly believe his eyes.

Before entering, he had expected guardians for the treasures—savage magical beasts or powerful arcane monsters. He never imagined there would be no sentinels at all. There was only a stone altar and, on the walls, vibrant murals depicting battle scenes more dazzling and shocking than any minstrel could describe.

They showed armies clashing against armies. The faces of the leading warriors were carved vaguely, perhaps eroded significantly by the passage of time. Even so, seeing these images, the spirits of the group jolted simultaneously, and the clamor of clashing metal and terrified horses on a life-or-death battlefield roared in their ears.

What were mere carvings on the wall seemed to have come alive, floating like magical projections in the chamber—in reality, they were flickering in each person’s mind with different scenes. The group unknowingly merged into the spectacle, transforming into warriors fighting within it. The stone chamber fell profoundly silent.

The people stood still. Soon, beads of sweat formed on Qian Jin’s brow. A moment later, a trickle of blood seeped from his skin, his face turning dangerously red.

Puff! Mu Ne Zhen Ce spat out a mouthful of blood, retreating rapidly, drenched in sweat. His eyes cleared, and he stared blankly at the surrounding carved murals, muttering softly, "Terrifying!

I participated in a battle I have no knowledge of." Pain! Mu Ne Zhen Ce felt as if his body were falling apart. He weakly looked up at the others, wanting to wake them, but knew he was incapable of doing anything at that moment.

Although it was merely an illusionary state, it was too real—so real that even knowing it was false, one could not pull away. Furthermore, those with stronger fighting intent were more susceptible to sinking into it without return. "Undead..." Mu Ne Zhen Ce recalled the prior scene.

The surroundings were filled with the undead, all manner of spectral beings. Magic and Battle Qi flew everywhere; the landscape was one of death. A burly man wielding an iron hammer led several warriors fighting fiercely against a single warrior with gray skin.

That gray-skinned warrior was stunningly beautiful; a faint gray insignia on his forehead pulsed with an unearthly radiance that inspired worship. Many warriors rushing toward him would spontaneously drop to their knees the moment they entered his Soul Domain. The Emperor's Soul Domain!

It existed only in legends; it had never truly materialized! Mu Ne Zhen Ce understood exactly what it was: the Emperor's aura bestowed! Those entering the Soul Domain would kneel in homage to the Emperor!

Even warriors of the same level would be affected by the domain, unable to fully unleash their might. The gray warrior seemed impervious to pain and injury! His eyes held not only fervor but an indescribable guilt, as if he were struggling—though what he struggled against remained unknown.

The fighting style of the hammer-wielding warrior released a Battle Soul that strongly resembled Qian Jin's hammer Battle Soul. However, that hammer Battle Soul possessed three distinct Soul Domains, whereas Qian Jin's had only one. "Ugh, my god!" Duan Feng Bu Er collapsed heavily onto the ground, watching blood stream from his left arm.

"I almost died!" "Puff!" Cheke Fulite fell into silence, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Awakening from that bizarre state in his Fallen Heaven Bloodline Martial Artist form, many feathers fell from the dark, glossy Fallen Angel wings on his back, likely needing recovery until his next transformation. In the quiet stone chamber, only Qian Jin and Fen Tu Kuang Ge remained immersed.

Duan Feng Bu Er looked at Fen Tu Kuang Ge with surprise. He had expected this warrior to withdraw sooner, yet he remained, having sustained more than a dozen injuries. Cheke Fulite watched the equally injured Qian Jin anxiously.

This was a place where one could only withdraw upon the collapse of fighting will. Qian Jin’s battle will... That will could no longer be described merely as strong or firm!

But this very will made it difficult for him to disengage from the fight! An even more problematic issue was that Qian Jin’s Warrior Path was specialized: forward, forward, forward—an unstoppable offensive style! If his fighting will were to break down, even if he managed to withdraw, his strength might not only fail to increase but actually regress!

Bang! Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s body flew backward, tumbling out of the cave entrance. He rolled dozens of times on the hard rock before stopping his retreat.

Slowly, he looked up, a satisfied smile spreading across his eyes. What did that smile signify? Duan Feng Bu Er knew; Mu Ne Zhen Ce knew; any warrior with true strength could understand—it was the Fen Tu Kuang Ge who had learned more through painful combat, signifying that he would become stronger once his body recovered.

Dual Battle Souls! Whenever Mu Ne Zhen Ce considered Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s dual Battle Souls, he felt it incomprehensible. Inheritances only passed down the Battle Heart and the Golden Battle Heart; no one had ever heard of inheriting a Battle Soul.

Yet Fen Tu Kuang Xiao had accomplished it. Was this a method devised by Third Brother Chang Kong Zhen Ce? Or was it bestowed by Ba Huang Wu Sheng upon Fen Tu Kuang Xiao?

There were too many secret arts in the world. Mu Ne Zhen Ce could only marvel. As the ages progressed, Battle Skills had truly entered a new golden age compared to a few thousand years ago.

Although many skills were lost, far more new ones had been created. Fen Tu Kuang Ge turned his gaze to Qian Jin, his comrade whose every instinct was to advance. Could he withdraw safely?

Time ticked by, and Qian Jin remained entirely submerged in the battle. The Zhanmadao (War Saber) that had once broken was back in his hands. The surroundings were filled with an endless sea of the undead.

Warships, usually only seen on the sea surface, were now flying in the sky. Not one, not a few... but hundreds of massive battleships floated overhead, spewing torrents of brilliant magic from their gunwales, explosions rocking the hulls of their opponents.

The vast fleet of warships blotted out the sun in the sky. Large contingents of warriors, empowered by the mages' Levitation Magic, took to the air, engaging in mortal combat with the winged undead emerging from the opposing ships. Blood rained down like a torrential downpour, dyeing the sky, the earth, the people, and the heart crimson!

That blinding red fluid drove the dead mad and sent the entire battlefield into a frenzy. Undead constantly materialized beside Qian Jin. His Zhanmadao flashed down, felling one after another, only to be immediately assaulted by stronger spectral foes.

They were not Saint-level, but they felt no pain! They were willing to sacrifice their very existence, launching suicidal exchanges to inflict even the slightest injury on Qian Jin. At the center of the battlefield, gray mist coalesced into a massive crown, enveloping an area of immense, unknowable scope—the Emperor's Soul Domain!

Standing beside the undead was a woman. She was very young, and an insignia flashed on her forehead—an emblem Qian Jin knew intimately. The Undead Empress!

She was strikingly similar! Not only were the insignias nearly identical, but her appearance shared ninety percent resemblance with Hai Qing'er! The sole difference was their power level!

The strength of this Undead Empress was far, far greater than Hai Qing'er's. Qian Jin had no idea how formidable Qian Zhan Xuan truly was, but he instinctively felt that the Undead Empress surpassed even experts like Qian Zhan Xuan. And the being behind her, shrouded in the massive gray crown-like Soul Domain, possessed even greater power than the Undead Empress!

Eighteen Peaks Hammers! Qian Jin witnessed the massive, crimson Eighteen Peaks Hammers rising within the gray crown domain! The user of the Eighteen Peaks Hammers moved with incredible speed.

They launched successive attacks around the handsome gray undead warrior. Qian Jin’s eyesight couldn't even trace the attacker’s form; he could only gauge that the mastery of the Eighteen Peaks Hammers was vastly superior to his own. Eighteen Peaks Hammers!

One Strike to Rule the World! Ever since he began learning the Eighteen Peaks Hammers, Qian Jin had held one thought: mastering just one strike would be enough to sweep aside countless experts. Myriad Troops!

Qian Jin was shocked again. A figure flickered, and a thousand identical warriors appeared on the battlefield, forming a bizarre combat formation that shook the very ground. Attraction!

Qian Jin was completely captivated by the battle, wishing to draw closer to the center to see the precise dynamics of the fight. His War Saber swept aside every undead blocking his path. Forward, forward, forward...

Qian Jin charged ceaselessly but found that he could never truly approach the center of the fight. The apparent distance seemed short, yet closing in proved incredibly far. The only certainty was that he was approaching the core of the conflict, because...

As he neared the center, the pressure mounted, and the strength of the undead grew stronger. Their frenzy reached a terrifying extreme; they ceased mere attacks and began directly burning their entire Battle Soul and Battle Seals to unleash their peak strikes. Qian Jin could block such an attack once, twice, thrice...

but he couldn't block ten, twenty, thirty such blows within a single second... If not for the protection of the Wind Cloud Golden Body and the Shield’s unique Battle Skill, Qian Jin’s bones would have shattered long ago, and he would have been beaten to death. Facing unprecedented pressure, Qian Jin knew he absolutely could not retreat!

Retreating now might allow him to escape this bizarre state, but it would violate his Warrior Path... "Regardless of the era, regardless of the space! The stars remain above, forever watching the flow of history!" Qian Jin raised his Zhanmadao high once more, and the Life-Death Star Seal began to rotate again.

The stars in the heavens seemed to cast actual beams of light down onto his saber: "Starlight guides me, the stars clear my path, the River of Stars paves the red carpet to victory for me!" The world-splitting strike cleaved a path of life and death before Qian Jin, and countless undead fell beneath the saber's aura. The War Saber in Qian Jin's hand shattered instantly. The gray crown Soul Domain opened its eyes—six eyes...

All six eyes simultaneously fixed on Qian Jin’s location! The light shot out like lightning and arrows, possessing true, tangible killing force! Six eyes?

In that moment of astonishment, Qian Jin’s chest was heavily struck, and his body flew backward... A pity... a pity he couldn't get a clear look at the user of the Eighteen Peaks Hammers...

Qian Jin’s body shot backward like a cannonball, but instead of the cave entrance behind him, he hit the solid stone wall of the cavern. Rumble! The cave wall several meters behind him was completely breached by his recoil.

His body rolled from one side of the volcano crater to the other before finally coming to a stop. What was that just now? Sitting on the rock, Qian Jin tried to recall everything he had witnessed: a familiar hammer Battle Soul, the well-known Eighteen Peaks Hammers, the Myriad Troops Battle Skill he had seen before, and those six eyes?

What is the Endless World? What exactly am I? Did I truly obtain this hat by accident?