Chapter 2047: 849, Indifferent to Life or Death
“It is Master Han.” a powerful being within the Galaxy Universe whispered.

“This is to prevent the Canaan Tribe’s infiltration.” A middle-aged man wearing a golden crown had a solemn expression, and hatred shone from his eyes, “If it were not for the Canaan Tribe, how could my Phoenix Forest Sect have fallen?”

Once that voice sounded, the reactions from all quarters were diverse.

But now, everyone knew that this hunting mission had an added plot against the Canaan Tribe.

Moreover, if someone failed to reach the designated location, they would likely be instantly branded as an inner agent for the Canaan Tribe.

The most critical issue was that there simply wasn’t enough time to communicate with the Canaan Tribe now.

“This time, perhaps we can truly deal a heavy blow to the Canaan Tribe!” A powerful being, with blood essence surging within him and a sparkle in his eyes, whispered with clenched fists.

At this moment, nearly thirty thousand top elites had already assembled at the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms’ arena.

They needed to undergo collective training in Nine Mysteries City, to ensure obedience to commands and proficiency in various communication and combat techniques.

It wasn’t just them who had to train; the rest of the cultivators from all sides needed to gather for training as well.

Without the support of top powerhouses, facing the onslaught of Heavenly Demonic Beasts would be extremely dangerous.

This collective training would not only enhance their combat strength but also allow for cooperation between different factions.

The current situation in the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms’ arena was no longer a struggle between different powers but about how to slay Heavenly Demonic Beasts and acquire more resources.

Combat was fundamentally about gaining resources and benefits. Competing with each other wasn’t as productive as hunting Heavenly Demonic Beasts, so why bother attacking?

After the collective training, the thirty thousand elites left quietly.

Before a grayish crack in the void, everyone held a jade token in their hand.

“This jade token serves as an identity token, as well as a device for positioning and communication.”

Huang Zhihu lifted the jade token in his hand and looked around, “Everyone knows, once you step out of the crack, one wrong step in the outside world could mean a difference of millions of miles.”

This void space was similar, but these elite fighters with profound cultivation abilities and overwhelming combat strength could suppress the spatial power with their own might.

Stepping beyond this barrier, though, was a different story.

No one present had truly stepped beyond this barrier before.

“Let’s go,” Huang Zhihu uttered in a low shout, gripping his three-foot-long sword firmly, then took a step forward.

Following him, Xiang Lingshuang and others did not hesitate and hurriedly kept pace.

Gongsun Ming looked around with a grave expression and lunged forward.

Within the crack in the void, a succession of figures rushed out, and after a moment, the area was deserted.

“To kill Heavenly Demonic Beasts, just be careful not to break under the siege by my Saint Clan,” a green-robed Daoist said with a cold smile, as he surrounded the deserted area.

He grasped the jade token in his hand, and a spiritual light shone forth.

Above it, a spiritual light emerged, which then transformed into a starry domain.

“This, this position is incorrect!”

The Daoist’s complexion changed drastically.

The location revealed by his jade token was entirely different from the one he originally knew.

He had paid a significant price to obtain the initial position from a disciple within Nine Mysteries City and had passed it on to his clan.

But the position he now saw was different from the first one.

“Of course, the position is incorrect.”

A voice sounded from behind him.

The Daoist’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.

He slowly turned around to look at Han Muye, dressed in a green robe, with a calm demeanor.

“Master Han…”

Han Muye waved his hand.

The Daoist’s body slowly disintegrated into nothingness.

There was no need to entangle with these inner agents from the Canaan Tribe who acted as moles; they didn’t know much and only communicated in critical moments.

Han Muye also took advantage of this point.

After eradicating this agent, Han Muye moved toward the crack ahead.

The moment he stepped through the crack, he felt all restraints on his body dissipate.

Looking up, he could see an expanse of brightly lit heaven and boundless stars.

The difference between inside and outside the crack wasn’t in the world itself but in the change of Origin and Rule Bending Powers.

Raising his hand, Han Muye concentrated a faint green power at his fingertips.

Quantum Tribulation.

This wisp of Quantum Tribulation Force lingered around his fingertips, exuding an illusory and violent aura.

But now, this Quantum Tribulation Force seemed to have no source and none of the imminent danger of exploding like within the crack.

This was a world where even the Quantum Tribulation Force could not persist.

Or perhaps, Quantum Tribulation couldn’t shake this world.

Is this the void linked to the Upper Plane, the one spoken of in legends?

Withdrawing the Quantum Tribulation Force, Han Muye felt the power within his body.

Apart from Quantum Tribulation being suppressed, other powers were not only unrestrained but also more at ease and grander.

A glint shone in his eyes.

No wonder those top powerhouses wanted to leave.

Without Quantum Tribulation, they would be stronger; who wouldn’t want that?

At that thought, a sudden idea flashed through his mind.

Could it be that the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield is located within such a Planar rift?

Taking a deep breath to suppress all thoughts, Han Muye faced an array of light screens before him.

Within this light screen, each spot of light represented one of the identity jade tokens he had distributed.

It included both the top powerhouses from various Continent Domains and the elites from the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms’ arena.

Millions of strong beings were spread across the void, silently moving towards the location he had set.

“If the Canaan Tribe truly has an army assembled, then things will get interesting.” Han Muye whispered to himself as he surged into the void before him.

The crack behind him slowly closed.

Without top powerhouses to oversee, everyone in the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms’ arena was forming battle formations and waiting.