Scholar In A White Robe

This is a game of deities.
This is a fallen world.
This is an endless voyage.

Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope.

"I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. 

He points a single finger toward the distant stars.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

The Divine Throne Of Infinity

    BOSS fight, too, turned into an aerial battle.


    When the newbies transformed into plague monks due to excessive killing and launched suicide plague attacks within the enemy camp, the opponent's BOSS was bound to be drawn out.


    This trial wasn't hard, yet it wasn't easy either.


    The simple way to pass the trial was to rely on that Blood Red Butchering Knife, desperately protecting oneself rather than indulging in slaughter.


    Excessive indulgence in slaughter only led to destruction.


    If one didn't consider this a brutal trial, then for these newbies, the experience was just right.


    Without weapons, they couldn't protect themselves. But over-reliance on weapons would destroy them.


Chapter 496: The Group Starts!