Chapter 959: Chapter 494: So This Is the King-making Trial; The Hidden Holy King Bloodline Holder (Part 2)
Is it necessary? Do you really have to point it out to me?
Li Ming automatically ignored it and clicked his tongue, saying, "Even Dominators canât pass this. Who set such a difficulty?"
The Observer couldnât see through it either; was he saying this on purpose, or did he really not know?
"Actually, it wasnât so high initially, but each passing Titan Holy King records trial data, increasing the difficulty, leading to the Kingâs Trial becoming tougher and tougher."
"Moreover, to pass the Kingâs Trial, one must start from the War General Level, advancing step by step."
"Starting from an A-Level Life Form, does the difficulty still increase?" Li Ming was increasingly amazed, but upon reflection, if the difficulty wasnât high, how could it gain respect?
"But..." Switching his tone, he then wondered aloud, "Can anyone still trigger the Kingâs Trial now?"
"Although the Titans have perished, the Kingâs Trial still has its use. Those who pass the Kingâs Trial..." The Observer paused for some reason before continuing, "will have the rights to inherit any remaining Titan Relic."
"The right to inherit all the relics?" Li Ming was startled, unable to resist asking, "Including the Holy Castle?"
"Naturally, it includes that." The Observer nodded.
That intense?
Li Ming pondered to himself; initially, he hadnât considered the Kingâs Trial significant.
But now it seems he has to give it some thought.
"Moreover, the one who initiated the Kingâs Trial this time possesses the Holy King Bloodline," the Observer said.
Li Ming couldnât help but look up, amazed, "The Holy King Bloodline, the descendants of the Titan Holy King, can it still be passed down to now?"
The Observer nodded, "It may not manifest for many generations until it accidentally awakens."
"Is it strong?"
"That is the Holy King Bloodline..." The Observer said halfway, glanced at the person beside him, and said sullenly, "Very strong."
As per the Observerâs words, this Holy King Bloodline seems to be a formidable enemy, certainly not insignificant.
Li Ming couldnât help but frown, wondering where it suddenly came from.
"How many Holy Castles are there?" Li Ming took the opportunity to ask.
"I donât know either." The Observer shook his head, and Li Ming frowned, "Donât you communicate with each other?"
"Who told you we can communicate with each other?" The Observer said, puzzled.
"Then how do you know that the one triggering the Kingâs Trial is of the Holy King Bloodline," Li Ming retorted.
"Because a certain area is currently transmitting data with this Holy Castle," the Observer said solemnly.
Li Ming opened his mouth, initially wanting to ask more, but simply shook his head, "Forget it, just tell me how I can trigger the Kingâs Trial."
By now, he was already intrigued by the Kingâs Trial and naturally couldnât fall behind.
"Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?" The Observer turned around, staring at him.
"What do you mean I donât know..." Li Ming was taken aback, a spark flashed through his mind, could it be...
The Observer said solemnly, "The one you are currently undergoing is the Kingâs Trial."
"Is it really the Kingâs Trial?"
Upon confirming his suspicion, Li Mingâs expression turned peculiar, various thoughts floated through his mind, feeling an inexplicable sense of absurdity, he confirmed again, "Are you sure itâs not the Dominator Trial?"
"The program normally opened by the Holy Castle is indeed the Dominator Trial," the Observer, inexplicably frustrated, said. "But that is prepared for the final winner delivered by the conventional selection process."
"The Kingâs Trial has always been reserved in each Holy Castle, and only those who find the Holy Castle with their capability are eligible to trigger it."
"When you first arrived, your Life Level was too low, so you naturally triggered the Kingâs Trial."
"I..." Li Ming hesitated, wanting to say something, but didnât know what to say, "Why didnât you tell me this before?"
"You didnât ask what trial it was before either."
Li Ming: "..."
Though speechless, he couldnât help but chuckle; gaining results without effort is delightful indeed.
"Previously, when I met a Titan Projection in the Holy Spirit Civilization, through what he said, I thought it was the Dominator Trial, didnât expect the Kingâs Trial to be not so hard..." Li Ming mused.
The Observer glanced at him, saying indifferently, "In the Dominator Trial, the intensity of dealing with the Abyss Clan isnât that high."
"I was saying, how can the Abyss Clanâs intensity be so abnormal..." Li Ming nodded, then asked, "At what level does the Kingâs Trial stop?"
"Naturally at the Dominator Level," the Observer said frankly, "As long as you pass the Peak Transcendence Level Trial, you can open the Holy Castle and obtain everything except for Diglasâs Crown."
"By passing the Subordinate Dominator Trial, you can get Diglasâs Crown."
[Diglasâs Crown] should be a Titan Relic, something on par with the Eternal Silence Star.
Li Ming couldnât help but nod, having a roughly clear understanding.
The Observer then asked, "Do you allow data synchronization?"
"Data synchronization, and it needs my permission?" Li Ming was surprised, then ventured a guess, "You mean, the data from the low-level trials Iâve already passed will be synchronized there?"
"Exactly..." The Observer was helpless, "The trial object will change from a gradually reducing Abyss Clan to you."
"Haha..." Li Ming couldnât help but grin, initially wanting to agree, but then a sense of alertness crept in, he said, "If synchronized, will that special ability of mine, the one you consider as cheating, be synchronized too?"
The Observer sighed deeply, "Yes, the Holy Castle has recognized that itâs just your ability and will naturally record and synchronize it."
"What about my face?" Li Ming asked again.
"You can choose to blur it."
"Quite considerate." Li Ming then nodded, feeling a bit mischievous, "Then synchronize it, letâs see if this Holy King Bloodline is strong enough."
"Do you want to take a look?" The Observer hesitated a bit before asking at Li Mingâs words.
Li Ming became more baffled, "It can be watched?"
The Observer explained, "Itâs a privilege that only this Holy Castle, which has activated the Kingâs Trial and is a data transmission party, can provide."
Whether it was an illusion or not, it seemed this guyâs attitude had improved; Li Ming pondered, naturally not refusing.
He was curious about the authenticity of this Holy King Bloodline too.
...
In a certain Desolate Starry Universe, a majestic giant Terrax statue towering a thousand meters stands here, ancient and mottled, with a solemn expression.
The surrounding buildings are clearly modern, the most noticeable being the giant energy chamber.
"Still donât know what came out from this time in the Red River Star Stream, how could the strength be so high?" Florian recalled at this moment, still feeling a sense of lingering fear.
Having been out for almost a month, he inquired everywhere but still found no useful information.
"Teacher, I have almost finished preparing." Clydeâs voice came from the arena.
During this period, something unknown seems to have happened to him, his pupils turned golden and his physique has become more robust, with a significant increase in life aura.
"Hmm, you should be able to awaken this sleeping Trial Statue and construct the Kingâs Trial." Florian nodded, advising, "Youâve just become a War General Level, be cautious."
Clyde nodded, taking a deep breath.
He had already learned roughly the difficulty of the Kingâs Trial from Florian.
At the start, he has to deal with two Abyss Clan of the same level. He has never encountered an Abyss Clan, only knowing they are a very powerful life form.
In the end, he even has to face sixteen Abyss Clan of the same level. Even after the tremendous increase in strength brought about by what happened after meeting Florian, he was quite apprehensive at this moment.
Facing the statue, he spoke with a low voice, stretching out his hand as drops of blood tinged with gold, exuding a resin-like lustre, dripped onto the weathered arena below.
As Clyde spoke in an unfamiliar ancient language, a faint resonant sound echoed around.
Along with the strange ancient syllables, difficult to understand, emanating, they gradually spread to the arena below, causing the mottled marks left by the ages to start falling off.
At the edges, a wisp of gray mist gradually spread, cold and eerie, interspersed with white arcs of thunder.