The Cage of Ten Thousand Races: I Use My Mortal Body to Break Through Immortality

Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms·Cage of Ten Thousand Races There are no names here. Only blood. Three moons hang in the sky, one purple, one red, and the smallest one is always bleeding. The blood mist poured down, falling on the wasteland, on the mountain of corpses, and on the so-called "geniuses" from all races who were fighting. The wings of the dragons were torn to pieces, the horns of the demons were broken, and the golden blood of the gods was sprinkled on the scorched earth. The sharp claws of the demon tribe pierced the chest of the stone man, and the cold air of the ice tribe froze the wings of the feathered people - the next second, the person who took action was beheaded by the person behind him. There are no rules. No reason. There was no stopping. This is the battlefield of all realms and the prison of all races. Those who come in are all geniuses, and those who survive are all gods of death. Those superior beings said that this was a trial, an opportunity, and the road to becoming a god. But they didn't say - Why the trial is to kill each other. Why does it always happen that someone dies first? Why is the road to becoming a god covered with the bones of the same race? Master Wu stood in the center of the battlefield, his moon-white robe not stained by dust. He looked at these fighting creatures like a group of livestock. He smiled, as gentle as jade, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Only the one who was slaughtered knew that he had entered the slaughterhouse. Half of the geniuses of this era are dead again. In the next era, new geniuses will be "selected". Generation after generation, battle after battle, in this eternally bleeding wasteland, the endless fight is repeated. Until—— A mortal wakes up. He has no cultivation, no supernatural powers, and nothing that anyone can value. He lies on the ground