One Trait Draw Per Year Even Simulations Count

Yi Chengsheng and the others had said that only one person could walk the Path to Immortality each year.

Chen Yi had originally wanted to stubbornly give it a try.

But when he saw the Great Demon walk to the end of the Path to Immortality on the human-world side, the entire Path to Immortality vanished with him.

“It will reappear on its own in a year, right?”

Yi Chengsheng nodded.

“Also, you need at least Martial King Realm cultivation to even come close to the Path to Immortality,” the Eastern City Lord added.

“In fact, a Martial King can only go up to look around, they can’t take a single step forward. In theory a Martial Saint can cross the human-world half, but in the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm’s history, no one like that has ever appeared,” the Western City Lord followed.

“Even Martial Gods, not every one of them can make it through. Everyone thinks this is a shortcut to the Real Realm, but in reality, those who can go from the Path to Immortality to the Real Realm are themselves capable of world-creating-level feats.

It’s just that, compared to world-creating, walking the Path to Immortality is safer.”

That was a reasonable point.In other words, there really isn’t a genuine shortcut to ascension.

Only now, something was wrong — even a world-creator-level expert like the Great Demon couldn’t enter the Real Realm via that world-creating route.

Everyone could only find another way.

Yi Chengsheng and the others clearly talked more now, revealing more information.

They were preparing to surrender.

But Chen Yi had no intention of letting them live.

A chill ran down Yi Chengsheng’s spine as he turned his gaze to Hua Wuyan.

“Senior Hu, Guardian, we’re human too. Spare us a way out!

Also, we have a crucial piece of intelligence to tell you, it concerns the safety of the entire human world!”

Hua Wuyan had originally planned to ignore Yi Chengsheng, but hearing this she cautiously asked,

“What intelligence?”

“About an alien-race invasion! About a world war! Our Blood Moon organization, which we arranged to operate outside, discovered it while surveilling and assassinating your outsiders!

If you spare the five of us, we’ll tell you everything!

This is major!

With that information you can anticipate your enemy and take precautions so that…”

“Pffft!!”

Chen Yi stomped Yi Chengsheng’s head into mush with a single foot.

Hua Wuyan jumped in fright.

Shen Yang beside her also showed a puzzled look.

Before Hua Wuyan and Shen Yang could ask whether such an act was appropriate,

Chen Yi’s hand rose and fell, and the other four city lords were sent to their deaths.

Then Chen Yi produced the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, waved the great banner, and sealed all five of their souls inside, subduing them on the spot.

Those five truly were Martial Gods; even trapped in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner they could still make a ruckus.

Their faces showed up as outlines on the banner’s surface, looking quite eerie.

“Chen Yi!! You madman!! You don’t care about the safety of the human world?? You’re worse than us!! I’ll wipe my own memories right now, you’ll never get any information about the world war!”

Chen Yi mocked.

“Dragon-Men?”

Yi Chengsheng’s furious face froze.

“Huh…”

“Shen Wanquan?”

“Huh…”

“Chixin Sect?”

“You you you…”

Do I need you?

If Yi Chengsheng were still alive at this moment, Chen Yi would have driven him to vomit blood with his rage.

Hua Wuyan looked at Chen Yi in bewilderment.

“You know the intelligence he mentioned?”

“I know more than they do, and in greater detail.”

“Dragon-Men… not long ago, I did sense some unusual presences…”

Chen Yi looked at Hua Wuyan’s worried face and smiled to reassure her.

“Senior Hu, you don’t need to fret about these matters.”

Yi Chengsheng shouted from inside the banner.

“Not need to worry? For the past thirty thousand years the major planes of the Void Realm have been at war, while only the human world has declined! The human world’s strength ranks nowhere! If a world war breaks out, the human world will be destroyed! Still not need to worry?!”

Chen Yi laughed at the audacity.

“Then who is responsible for the human world’s thirty-thousand-year decline and slow development?”

Yi Chengsheng was speechless.

“Then mind your own business…”

“Old Wan, I don’t want to hear the noise anymore.”

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner emitted a puff of black smoke, and agonized screams came from within.

“You little runt, you dare talk to our boss like that when you’re on our turf? Let’s make you suffer!”

Hua Wuyan said.

“If a world war is coming, we should prepare in advance.”

“No need.”

“No need?”

“Senior Hu, what you need to do now is take us back to the mainland, and in the coming years when the Path to Immortality is used each year, we’ll need you to help transport people across.”

Shen Yang couldn’t help but interject.

“Chen Yi, don’t treat the world as trivial. It’s life or death…”

“I’ll handle it.”

Chen Yi told everyone not to worry and to live their lives as usual.

After a few more simulations, even a ten-thousand-strong expeditionary force of Dragon-Men wouldn’t dare come.

By now,

the mastermind behind the Baiyun County official-demon collusion case Feng Yucheng, the Dragon-Men scout Hu Chacha in the human world, and the five city lords of the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm who backed the Blood Moon organization — all of Chen Yi’s opponents encountered along the way — had been locked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

This confirmed that proverb: if you don’t train hard today, you’ll be brothers in the banner tomorrow.

Before leaving, Chen Yi saw the Sword Lord standing on the small island, gazing up at where the Path to Immortality had temporarily disappeared.

Chen Yi flew over and said with a smile,

“Sword Lord, next year you’ll be able to walk the Path to Immortality.”

The Great Demon had already ascended.

Li Wentian would need at least five years before he could appear again.

Shen Yang wasn’t in a hurry, he still had things to discuss with Shen Qingshan.

As for Hua Wuyan, she didn’t seem inclined to leave the human world.

The Sword Lord gave a wry smile.

“Me? Didn’t Yi Chengsheng say a Martial Saint has never succeeded on this path in the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm?”

“Others can’t do it, that’s their problem. If you walk this path, you will succeed!”

The Sword Lord didn’t know where Chen Yi’s confidence in him came from.

But with the Path to Immortality right before him, the Sword Lord definitely wanted to try.

Even if he failed, he could train harder and attempt it again once he reached Martial God Realm.

Chen Yi explicitly told the Starry Domains, the Li Family, and the continental sects that the Path to Immortality belonged to everyone, as founding shares.

Anyone who cultivated to Martial God Realm, or those who had been stuck at the peak of Martial Saint for years, could attempt the Path to Immortality once.

However, the Path to Immortality would only send one person to the Real Realm per year.

If, in the future, more qualified people existed, this group of founding shareholders would have priority.

Chen Yi had hoped that after conquering the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm he could obtain benefits and resources.

Unfortunately, the entire secret realm had been annihilated along with the Wild Soldiers, leaving nothing behind.

Chen Yi planned to have Old Shen extract some compensation, to give a little restitution to the factions that had suffered losses.

He couldn’t let their disciples and clanspeople die in vain.

“What if someone secretly comes and uses the Path to Immortality, wasting the once-per-year quota?” someone raised this concern.

Chen Yi smiled.

“That won’t happen.”

“Human nature is unpredictable, there will always be rule-breakers, right?”

“I’ll guard it here.”

“No problem then.”

A man who had destroyed the entire Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm.

A man who killed all life in that realm without batting an eye.

No one present doubted his impartiality.