Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 877 - 584: Yan Chuan—Tier 8!

"Is he—"

"Breaking through?"

"He came to the base, hasn't completed a single task, stayed in the Holy King Hall for a month, and just like that broke through?"

"This is too awesome!"

...

The God Generals in the base were all shocked.

Since Yan Chuan arrived at Base 0314, he had been comprehending the Holy King Stele. With unstoppable momentum, he reached the twenty-fifth Holy King Stele, and then, without any warning, he began to break through.

"Innate Eighteenth Layer."

"Innate Nineteenth Layer."

"Innate Twentieth Layer."

"Impression entry, this is Sixth Grade."

"Mastering impression, this is Seventh Grade."

"Impression Peak, this is Eighth Grade."

"Eighth Grade!"

"He's already at Eighth Grade?"

The God Generals widened their eyes, filled with both envy and hatred. Yan Chuan's progress was too easy. Thinking back on their struggle from the Innate Eighteenth Layer to the Sixth Grade, it was immensely difficult. Yet Yan Chuan not only broke through in one go but also directly entered the Eighth Grade, and his momentum seemed as if it would charge straight into the War God Realm.

Fortunately!

Fortunately!

Thankfully, it didn't happen!

Otherwise, they'd die of envy.

Even so, Yan Chuan's breakthrough was remarkable.

"Is this Enlightenment?"

The God Generals paid attention and discussed.

How could they know that Yan Chuan had created the first three chapters of "Holy King" in one breath and cultivated the second chapter of "Wave Riding Micro Steps" to Divine status.

They were even more unaware that Yan Chuan was not only comprehending those twenty-five Holy King Steles but also constantly receiving spiritual feedback from countless martial artists, enabling him to make constant progress and gain inspiration.

Under the stimulation of the Holy King Stele, he experienced a moment of enlightenment and rapid progress, directly entering the Eighth Grade.

"Eighth Grade!"

"Not bad!"

Yan Chuan was delighted.

And then—

[Ding!]

[God General Yan Chuan from Base 0314, Sixth Battlefield, it has been detected that you have been in the base for a month, now issuing your first task]

...

Yan Chuan was originally about to continue comprehending in the Holy King Hall, but then the treasure mirror at his waist vibrated. This was the [Task Treasure Mirror] specifically crafted for Returning Ruins Battlefield God Generals by the Artifact Refining Master of Sitting Mountain Country. Through this treasure mirror, Sitting Mountain Country could issue tasks, and Returning Ruins God Generals could accept tasks and communicate with and request assistance from fellow God Generals, as well as share information.

At this moment.

The [Task Treasure Mirror] detected that Yan Chuan had been in the Returning Ruins Battlefield for a month without completing any tasks or stepping out of the base at all, and finally issued a mandatory task.

After all, Base 0314 hosted treasures like the Holy King Hall, a place for comprehension, and the Holy King Stele, so it was impossible to let people comprehend for free without completing tasks and establishing military accomplishments.

Of course.

Such mandatory tasks are generally of the lowest difficulty, just as baseline tasks, as Sitting Mountain Country wouldn't deliberately send their God Generals to their deaths.

Yan Chuan held the [Task Treasure Mirror] to view—

[Task: Kill at least ten God Generals from other countries.]

[Task Location: Zone 211, Base 0314, Returning Ruins Sixth Battlefield.]

[Task Duration: 1 month.]

[Task Suggestion: Killing God Generals from East Marquis Country rewards double.]

[Task Reward: Successfully completing the task will earn 1000 military merits. Each additional Sixth Rank God General killed earns 100 merits, Seventh Rank 1000, Eighth Rank 10000, Ninth Rank 100,000, Tenth Rank 1,000,000. Killing God Generals from East Marquis Country rewards double.]

[Attention: Stay vigilant at all times in the Returning Ruins Battlefield, pay attention to your own safety, and avoid encirclement.]

[Special Note: If you obtain important intelligence or make significant contributions to the battlefield situation, additional rewards and commendations will be given.]

...

"Kill ten God Generals from other countries."

"Country doesn't matter."

"Strength doesn't matter."

Yan Chuan chuckled softly.

For him, this task was indeed not difficult.

...

Returning Ruins Sixth Battlefield.

Base 0314.

Region 211.

This is an endless chaotic domain that seems capable of devouring everything.

The chaos thrashes, resembling a dense and unfathomable sea of ink, churning and surging in the void, endlessly. Flickering through the chaos are eerie and dim lights, some are treasures, while others are chaotic void currents, like ancient, awakened demon eyes, coldly observing everything yet unable to dispel the abyss-like darkness.

This is the final resting place after the fragmentation of the Ten Thousand Worlds.

And in Region 211, more ruins converge.

Yan Chuan looked up to see the tattered ruins of worlds unfold like solemn and desolate paintings amidst the chaos.

Those once glorious and splendid worlds now were reduced to mere shattered fragments.

The ancient city walls stretch like serpents but have crumbled and broken, with massive stones scattered, and dark green moss growing in the crevices, silently lamenting the bygone splendor that can never return.

The once towering stone pillars have now snapped in half, fallen to the ground, their exquisite carvings eroded by time into obscurity, leaving faint traces that seem to persistently narrate past glory.

"Once the Ten Thousand Worlds were infinitely glorious, but now only ruins remain everywhere."

Yan Chuan sighed.

The remnants of once magnificent palaces appeared desolate and lonely.

Yan Chuan fled to the Returning Ruins, landing on a piece of ruined land.

Here, the dome had collapsed, shattered into countless pieces scattered on the ground like broken dreams. The exquisite murals were incomplete, their colors faded, leaving only mottled traces, allowing one to vaguely imagine their former splendor.

The decaying scent mixed with the chaos wafted intermittently, brimming with a strong sense of decay, evoking endless desolation in the heart.

The ground was piled with broken bricks and tiles, like fragments of memory crushed by the wheels of history, piled chaotically, each carrying endless stories and secrets.

"Where else in the Tan Valley Realm can one see so many ruins?"

"No wonder it's the Returning Ruins Battlefield!"

Yan Chuan couldn't imagine how many treasures were found in these ruins when region 211 was initially discovered. The first God Generals to find the ruins must have struck it rich.

Unfortunately.

As a God General from a backward place, he couldn't catch the action even if he ate dirt, and he only learned about it and entered the Returning Ruins Battlefield after six months following the Heavenly Calamity.

He came too late!

The first broth had been consumed.

What was left for Yan Chuan was only leftovers.

For example, the ruin beneath his feet—

"Xiao Lu."

"Did you find anything?"

Yan Chuan inquired to Lu Yuru in the North Mansion.

Lu Yuru opened the "Wisdom Eye," looked around, and finally shook her head, "No."

The ruins must have been searched countless times, dug three feet deep, all the treasures were thoroughly looted, even Lu Yuru's Wisdom Eye couldn't find any treasures.

"This is too clean!"

Yan Chuan smiled bitterly.

Without nostalgia, he leaped away.

In the Returning Ruins Battlefield, chaos and tumult, time seemed to have solidified, everything appeared so heavy and oppressive.

The surge of chaos seemed to bear the vicissitudes and hardships of myriad worlds, every ripple telling endless tales of the past.

Those shattered walls and ruins, every detail, whether it's the moss-covered bricks or the blurred carvings on the broken stone pillars, gave a sense of weight and solemnity.

"Staying here, seeing more, may temper the will no less than the Holy King Stele in the Holy King Hall."

The Returning Ruins Battlefield.

A place of treasures everywhere.

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