C255 Seven-colored path

Chu Tianchen suddenly woke up, only to find that he was still inside the Dream Martial Soul tunnel, but he was not sleepy at all at the moment. The increased strength of the Dream Martial Soul and Dream Martial Will gave him the power to withstand the sleepiness.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a glimmer of light. At this time, Chu Tianchen also sped up his footsteps, walking in the direction of the light, and when he stepped into the space, he suddenly felt a light, familiar smell, wasn't this the place where he had dreamt before?

It was just that the small courtyard was still there, he did not know where the person was. Chu Tianchen could not help but be surprised, it was clear that the old man was not some ordinary person, and it was not Chu Tianchen who had dreamt of him, but him, who had forced himself into Chu Tianchen's dream, how powerful was the dreamforce that would be required to accomplish this.

At this time, Chu Tianchen suddenly realized why he had felt that the old man in his dream was so real. It turned out that the old man was not a character that he had invented.

Then, just as he was about to leave, suddenly, everything changed. The various flowers, trees, and thatched cottages all disappeared, and in front of them was a seven-colored ancient path. This seven-colored road was divided into seven sections: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

Looking back, he saw that many young figures had appeared there. All of them were the young genius s from various major powers, and there were only two hundred of them. At that moment, only a few dozen people had passed through the tunnel of the Martial Soul and arrived here.

Obviously, the people who were able to come here were all the same as Chu Tianchen, trying to advance using Martial Soul s. Only, while the advancement of Martial Soul seemed easy, it was actually extremely difficult, and from the 200 + people, only a few dozen people had reached here, it could be seen how difficult the advancement of Martial Soul was.

Then, Chu Tianchen was also looking for Fatty's figure, and not long after, Fatty's figure did not come. had indeed arrived after training in the blood colored Martial Soul, and when he appeared again, his entire body was reeking of an intense stench of blood, his killing intent had become even more powerful, and what was even more terrifying was that not only had his dual Martial Will entered the Minor Success Stage, his cultivation was also at the peak of the third level of Earth Martial Stage. And this, was only a short span of less than a week.

It had to be said that Qin Qiong's talent was just too terrifying, especially his aura of slaughter, which was stronger than ordinary cultivators of the same level. At this time, when he met Chu Tianchen once again, his eyes were full of confidence, and there was even disdain.

However, Qin Qiong's glance did not cause any change in his emotions. No matter how much he changed, in Chu Tianchen's eyes, there would only be one conclusion, and that was death.

"Young Master Chu." At this time, it was unknown when Lin Xiaojie had appeared here as well, but following that, the fatty excitedly called out to her boss, announcing that he had passed the seventh trial.

After approximately ten days, all those who were able to reach this place had arrived. Out of the two hundred plus people, only forty-two had reached this place. Amongst these forty people, it was unknown just how many of them would be able to pass the eighth trial, the Seven Colored Ancient Dao.

Once they broke through the eighth stage, it would mean that they had an absolute talent and it would be a great preparation for advancing to the Heaven Martial Stage. Therefore, although the people who arrived at this stage did not say anything, it was hard to hide the excitement in their hearts.

At this time, the old man who had been following them the entire way finally appeared. The old man looked at the forty people and nodded his head in satisfaction.

He vaguely remembered that in the previous year's young generation, there were only about twenty or so people who walked in, making people sigh in admiration at the talent that came from everywhere. Looking at the forty-two people, the old man waved his hand, and dozens of Saint Origin Fruit s appeared in the air.

"Congratulations everyone, this is what our Sacred Martial Stage has promised before. All those who have passed the seventh trial will receive a Saint Origin Fruit as reward." With that, the old man waved his hand again, and the Saint Origin Fruit flew towards them, one for each person.

Those people who did not have a single Saint Origin Fruit on them, could not describe how excited they were. Even if they failed the eighth stage, they would be able to obtain a Saint Origin Fruit.

"Thank you, Elder."

"Thank you, Elder."

The old man looked at the crowd again, then turned around and looked at the seven-colored path. The path was about ten feet wide, and its length was about 749 kilometers, divided into one section every 7km. The first section was the red path.

You all come from great powers, and are existences similar to genius s of the sect. There is no need to explain too much about your talent in cultivation, and to be able to come all the way here, is the best proof of your talent and strength. Here, there is no such thing as luck. And these seven-colored Ancient Dao, have existed for so many years from the Sacred Martial Stage, that when one passes the test of the seven-colored Ancient Dao, they would become a Heaven realm warrior, and there are even some who have reached above the Heaven realm! "

As for the mysteries within, no one can explain them to you. You can only rely on yourselves to comprehend them. Whether or not you can pass through this hurdle will all depend on your talent and luck.

"Oh right, there's one more thing. If your strength fails you can withdraw in time, or ask for help. We, the Sacred Martial Stage, do not wish for any of you to explain yourself to anyone who has made it to this stage."

The old man's words clearly implied that this seven-colored Ancient Dao seemed ordinary, and the danger it contained was self-evident.

However, at this point, how could any of them give up?