This is really not mechanical ascension Chapter 1107: 568: Has the Holy Castle Already Been Opened?2

Chapter 1107: Chapter 568: Has the Holy Castle Already Been Opened?_2

The dissipating spiritual fluctuations beca agitated, and all eyes were fixed intently on that black light column.

Costate’s heart seed to be clenched tightly, but when he thought of the indestructible energy shield, it was as if he had found a reliance.

However, under everyone’s gaze, the black light column did not halt for a mont.

Straightforwardly, it struck towards the energy barrier, but the expected collision did not occur; instead, it passed through as if rging seamlessly like water and milk.

…

“Indeed, your luck is good, I didn’t waste my effort forcibly elevating you to A Level.”

Heckler looked at the ground where Leonidas lay, feeling quite pleased: “I was not mistaken; the first target of that energy light column was to protect you, which allowed us to co in with you.”

“Rest assured, what I promised, I will give to you. You will return and marry your wife with the blessing of a Prince of the Empire.”

Leonidas was in so much pain he couldn’t speak, while a sudden gray-black mist surged around him but dissipated after a mont.

A beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping him, and the scars on the surface of his skin began to heal.

“The Holy Castle detected his condition and thus cannot conduct the King-making Trial; he will probably need to heal completely before it can proceed,” Heckler anticipated, “but it doesn’t matter, we won’t go through that King-making Trial; no one can open the Holy Castle’s door in such a manner.”

His gaze fell on the energy-enveloped main structure, everything seed vague and indistinct.

“The King-making Trial…is it really that formidable?” Tan Ding couldn’t help but ask.

“It’s the strongest trial for selecting the Titan King, extrely difficult, the challenge target being the Abyss Clan, and you have to face sixteen at once.”

Heckler explained, surveying the surroundings, his main focus being the crystal column supporting the energy shield, as if contemplating how to pierce through.

But at that mont, Tan Ding’s face suddenly changed, turning sharply, he saw a crack form in the energy shield.

As the black light column penetrated the energy barrier, the tal scales on Tan Ding’s fist stood up suddenly; without hesitation, he raised a fist.

The regrowing spikes tore through layers of crimson energy rings, colliding fiercely with the devastation looming ahead.

It should have exploded with star-like brilliance, but within the Holy Castle, there was an extrely potent suppressive force. The crystal column, especially, emitted chains absorbing all the residual impact.

Tan Ding retreated uncertainly, and as the black light dispersed before him, two burly figures erged—none other than the Black King and Morris.

The Black King was holding a rough, pillar-shaped weapon, unlike any common weapon form.

“Giant race? Titan Branch?” Heckler’s expression shifted. This unexpected change disrupted all his thoughts.

“That is…” his gaze locked onto the crimson crystal held by the smaller giant, inside which a vigorously beating heart was sealed.

His heart skipped a beat; could that be…

“Who are you?” Tan Ding asked in a deep voice, extrely vigilant.

This guy could stand on equal ground with him, likely already on the Ultimate Path, having evolved to the extre.

Yet he hadn’t co across the counterpart anywhere in the known universe.

“Are you sure you want to compete with the Empire for the Holy Castle?” Amid this unforeseen change, Heckler’s heart was uneasy, resorting to intimidation.

“Compete with the Empire?” the Black King responded nonchalantly with a sneer: “This Holy Castle had long been opened by soone else.”

“This…This guy can also enter?” Within the Holy Castle, Li Ming pointed at the familiar black giant, “Did he cheat?”

“Pure Blood Titan’s heart…” the Observer’s face was extrely cold, sparks flaming in his chanical eyes, “The Holy Castle is a lifeless object, considering it the arrival of a Pure Blood Titan.”

“Pure Blood Titan, having such high authority.” Li Ming was speechless, “So, they found this place relying on that heart.”

“The Holy Castle has already been opened?” Under the space-ti curtain, an uproar arose.

Anatoli couldn’t help but look at Gusta, “Haven’t we always been active in the interstellar?”

Gusta remained silent, rely watching the dialogue on the grand screen.

“Impossible… impossible…” Costate shook his head, talking to himself, unable to believe it, “This is the Holy Castle, how could it be opened so easily.”

The chaotic spiritual fluctuations spread all kinds of ssages around, others were equally shocked, analyzing the known information.

“Has this thing been opened? Who opened it without a sign?”

“Aren’t you guys curious about who this black giant is? To be evenly matched with Tan Ding.”

“The crucial point now isn’t who he is, but that the Holy Castle—yes, the Holy Castle—is already opened!”

“You just believe what he says?”

Heckler’s expression subtly changed, but he swiftly regained his composure, saying seriously: “Impossible, this Holy Castle has been revived for less than ten years, how could soone have already opened it.”

The Black King rely glanced over his face indifferently, when he found this place, he realized he was already a step late.

Even with a Pure Blood Titan’s heart, he didn’t dare to act rashly until this formidable person entered the Holy Castle, preventing external interference, only then did he rush inside.

“Impossible? Morris, show them.” He extended his hand, retrieving the Pure Blood Titan’s heart from Morris behind him.

Morris nodded, landing on the ground, with Tan Ding and Heckler closely watching him, both refraining from any rash actions.

Morris spoke calmly, “Where is the Observer here? I want to take the Peak Transcend Level King-making Trial.”

With those words, gray-black mist rose out of thin air.

In an instant, it enveloped the surroundings and ford a platform in the center, with Morris standing on it, his expression serious and uneasy.

All around, the gray-black mist intertwined, gradually outlining a figure with unclear features.

“Wrong… the trial target, how could it be a human?” Heckler’s heart shook, inconsistent with the data.

The Black King calmly replied, “The King-making Trial has been updated; this person completed the trial. Their life strength far exceeds that of sixteen Abyss Clan mbers of the sa level combined, thus replacing the original challenge target.”

Stronger than sixteen combined Abyss Clan mbers?

Heckler was astounded, increasingly shocked, involuntarily asking: “Who is he?”

Under the vast screen, Gusta’s brows furrowed. The others were equally caught off guard, having heard the earlier conversation.

Already stunned by the so-called King-making Trial’s difficulty, let alone defeating sixteen Abyss Clan mbers, even defeating sixteen ordinary evolved bodies of the sa level seed near impossible, too monstrous.

Yet this figure, in the mouth of a life form equally matched with Tan Ding, was said to surpass sixteen Abyss Clan mbers in strength.

Morris subconsciously gathered energy, adopting a defensive stance, various evolutionary traits appearing on his body surface, revealing a rather formidable presence.

“Peak Transcend Level, corresponding to a Genetic Evolution Body with a 90% developnt progress…” Gusta suddenly comnted.

For those familiar with Terrax Civilization’s evolution system divisions, the x-level life form’s concept was being disseminated, causing an uproar.

“Why do I feel this life strength is higher than mine…” the Dwarf King muttered, “Isn’t this an X-level life form that hasn’t set foot on the Ultimate Path yet, where does such a monster co from?”

At the sa ti, everyone was more curious about who the other figure on the platform was?

In the sa-level battle, surprisingly enough to making this monster evolutionary body so cautious, even fearful.

“But…I feel his life aura isn’t particularly strong either.” Anatoli’s brows furrowed.

However, at that mont, a hint of purple was reflected in his eyes, his pupils suddenly contracted into needles, his face twisted with shock, exclaiming: “How is this possible!”

Beside him, Gusta’s cheek twitched violently, as if witnessing sothing unbelievable.

“Why, why!?” Costate’s expression was extrely unsightly, even slightly trembling; this inquiry concealed further fright and anxiety.

It wasn’t just differing from what he expected, but he also felt a kind of…

“As expected of him, as expected of him!” the Navigator’s heart swelled with excitent, the people beside him overwheld with information that almost overloaded their minds.

Amidst stares of shock, confusion, or awe,

in the space-ti grand screen, the indistinct figure on the platform, with purple light flickering in hand, suddenly revealed a hamr familiar to all.

Modeled after the Infinite Hamr held by Azure Dragon!