The Rise of the Black Plain
chapter-2737

On the next six floors of the True Celestial tower, the number of casualties hardly increased. Of the 12 individuals remaining on the 67th floor, 11 of them made it well up to the 73rd floor.

After the previous killing phase, when the True Celestial announced the early end of the tower challenge, those remaining competitors grew fearful of fighting and dying when they were so close to prospering.

Even if they weren't the most likely to get the True Celestial's inheritance, they could return to their worlds and live in peace for a few centuries or even millennia, given the difficulty of reaching level 125.

Meanwhile, those who were almost certain to be among the finalists were the ones who most wanted to prolong their inheritance. They wouldn't fight or kill their opponents carelessly at this point. It made sense to push the challenge to the limit and get more opportunities to strengthen themselves.

Minos, for example, had reached level 118 by being able to get so far into the inheritance, while his Celestial Physique was over 90% progressed to Absolute grade.

He was sure that if he could go all the way to the 100th floor, he would complete this quality advancement and reach level 119. However, his previous vision showed him that this challenge would end on the next few floors. So he had no foolish hopes for the end of this inheritance.

He was eager to move forward, his eyes already fixed on the blind man and the sentient vegetable. These two were the most dangerous elements of the inheritance for their next encounter, as well as for an eventual hunt across the universe.

Minos was watching them, just as they were watching him, each with their own plans for the centuries following the end of this phase of the inheritance.

Thus, they were approaching the decisive level, where, through a failure of understanding, the inheritance would be completed!

There would be no last battle. The current phase of the inheritance would end the moment someone failed to meet the tower's requirements to advance!

…

Meanwhile, in Uzira…

In the center of the continent, in the area controlled by the sovereign family of these lands, a group of undead marched slowly through what appeared to be a desert.

Creatures of at least 50 different species gathered around, their bodies partially destroyed. Some wore items covering their skin or scales, while others had weapons embedded in their bodies. A black mist covered part of the ground, making it difficult to see over long distances.

They marched slowly, following a chaotic formation, but one that led them in the same direction.

Meanwhile, their mouths were in unnatural shapes, with dark liquids oozing out of them, with horrified expressions molded on their faces.

At a safe distance from these creatures, a group of native beings escorted them.

"The horde of the undead is returning home," said an individual into a communicator capable of reaching tens of kilometers away.

"Understood. We'll notify the leadership," a mechanical voice replied from the device in the hands of the individual who had just sent the message.

As the group observed the horde of undead, suddenly a walking corpse halted, turning its white eyes in a specific direction—an unusual reaction.

Following the first corpse, it took only 20 minutes for all the other undead creatures to exhibit exactly the same reaction, worrying the observers.

"Something's wrong," said the same individual from before as he sent this message to his group's distant representative. "Something's happened. The undead are sensing something!"

"What? Are there living beings within their range?" the mechanical voice asked as the level 117 individual felt his heart tremble.

A horde of undead like this wasn't simple. If it got out of control and became chaotic, they would have to use a great deal of their strength to contain it. As for eliminating them, well, that wasn't possible. With so many undead creatures in that group, several of them strong enough to fight against mid-level Supremes, eliminating them would border on the impossible.

"Oh, fuck!"

Suddenly the individual communicating with the group far away shouted as he saw the creatures run in the same direction, but they were now moving in an orderly fashion, like a battalion rushing back to its headquarters.

But they weren't going back to their home, but in a direction that the group watching them had never seen them move before!

"Code Red! Undead Tsunami!" Shouted the individual, triggering a special protocol from these rich but also cursed lands of Zocarro!

...

Meanwhile, in a dark place, similar to a cave, the sound of drops falling under stones rang out amid the fickle sounds of breathing and cries of pain from those held there.

Rocks surrounded this underground place, an area so large that it could easily be a residential building with a few thousand inhabitants.

But it would never be residential. Built with black rock and hardly any decoration, the place was barely lit by sparsely positioned torches.

In the individual cells, individuals of different races were imprisoned, held in chains to the walls, while water dripped from above their heads.

Some were unconscious, while some felt the parts of their bodies destroyed by their captors, their bodies screaming in agony and pity. The torture they had been going through had, for years, gone beyond the limit they could accept.

Meanwhile, from one cell in this place, a dark mist was escaping, coming from the body of a woman, now wearing a hood over her head, while having electrodes connected to her nerves.

But she had long since lost her sense of pain.

"Come to me."

She repeated the same words she had been speaking for the last 15 years, her voice feeble, while her level 115 cultivation was almost impossible to notice in her current weakened state.

The guards in charge of the unit stood their ground, ignoring the futile attempts of their over 5,000 prisoners.

"Tsk! Invaders! You will suffer your last days of corrupt existence in the Cursed Stone," said a guard as he heard screams of horror.

"Don't shout so much. You'll scare the newcomers!"

Followed by his voice traveling throughout the prison, evil laughter spread as a new group of convicts entered the unit, greeted by its macabre aura.

In this place, someone suddenly looked to the ground, opened her eyes and shouted.

"Our fate is coming!"

"Quiet! Guards!"

"Our fate will save us!"

"Guards, silence her!"

Just then, a woman's screams of pain filled the place amid the sounds of lashes.