The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 3002

"Oh, I see now. A wisp of spiritual soul energy is somehow guarding the universe. Go to hell!"

The massive haze that broke into the universe began to take shape, its figure becoming clearer and clearer under the starry sky.

It turned into a man, and he was gigantic. He had a handsome visage, albeit a cold one, with a pair of sharp eyes that glinted like large stars.

A black fog was floating about him. He exhaled a horrifying breath that filled the universe and made all the creatures tremble in fear for their life.

The urge to flee was palpable in the air, although no one was moving.

Everyone was rooted to the spot, horror and fascination intermingled with each other at the scene that was unfolding before their eyes.

Bang!

The giant figure took stock of his surroundings.

His gaze landed on the white-haired old man, and he gave an angry snort that shook the ground.

Everyone watched, transfixed as the figure lifted a hand in what seemed like a slow, calculated motion.

It was a menacing thing, in its appearance as much as in size.

It was pitch black, and gave a heavy, ominous vibe not unlike a black hole.

It sucked light and sound from the area it passed, a hungry and bottomless void.

Then all too sudden it came down with a violent force, taking a swipe at the direction of the old man.

The impending attack jarred everyone back to their senses.

Already, all of the cultivators' souls were shivering at the overwhelming pressure brought about by the force of that single, swinging hand.

"The trial needs to stop here," the white-haired old man called out to everyone.

"The situation speaks for itself.

I will be opening the emergency passage now. Please make haste and leave as soon as possible!"

Given his powerful spiritual strength, he had sensed that the other right negative worlds along the Primordial Road were all under attack as well.

It was too late to send these cultivators back to the entrance of the road by the normal transmission channel.

That path was already compromised.

Their intruders would swatting away at them as though they were nothing more than flies before they could even manage to halve the distance.

They were left with no other option besides the emergency passage, and that route went right to the Yellow Cosmos.

The old man felt a twinge of annoyance at the sudden turn of events.

"Please bear in mind that you will be transferred to the Yellow Cosmos!"

"The Yellow Cosmos?"

the cultivators were exclaiming in unison.

The Yellow Cosmos had been their target destination all along.

It was there that they were all expecting the door to the Gods' Hometown to appear in, after all.

They had to endure the entry through this dark passage from the Purple Cosmos.

And they had been bombarded all this time with various dangerous trials along the Primordial Road.

Even now, they were facing a rather daunting enemy.

But instead of engaging in yet another battle, it would seem that they were being gifted with a shortcut of sorts.

An unexpected encounter with an enemy was turning out to be an advantage.

Austin, in particular, was pleasantly surprised at this development.

He was expecting nine rounds of tests before being able to step into the Yellow Cosmos.

Now, his boots might very well touch its soil with nary an effort.

Unknown to the others, though, the true reason behind Austin's participation in this entire quest was because he believed that Earth was located inside the final destination.

As the cultivators grappled with the turn of events, the old man stretched out a hand and pointed it to the sky.

The sky lit up, and a cavity opened, shaped like a giant altar.

An overwhelming power descended upon them, so ancient and potent that the cultivators could sense the aura of multiple ages.

In the blink of an eye, the cultivators were all sucked into that bright void.

A crack of lightning split the sky, and the altar disappeared into the night.

"Damn it, no!"

The giant foggy figure raged when he saw the cultivators disappear.

He was certain that those people consisted of young talents from small and big worlds alike.

Slaughtering them could have dealt a huge loss to their worlds.

But he was slow and careless. Now he had no chance to stop them.