Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!

Abandoned naval base.

With the arrival of the Flower Witch, the countless sharp-edged fissures on the steps gradually calmed down, closing like a slowly shutting mouth, becoming a groove, a tiny fissure, until it turned into a line—

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Bang!

At the last moment, two decayed hands suddenly grabbed the edges of the fissure, forcibly stopping it from closing with brute force.

Whoosh—

A person draped in tattered hunter's clothes exposed sharp teeth and uttered in an ancient voice:

"The tide has arrived, this abandoned place has certainly seen a lot of visitors recently—"

As the sea breeze blew, blue flames flickered under his mottled cloak, like the slow movement of ocean waves.

Then, he slightly lifted his head, the blue eyes under the cloak gazing at the man in the distance:

"Little guy from the Black Whale Group, this is a pretty good fissure, isn't it? Why not go in and have some fun? This fissure hasn't reached its capacity limit yet, it's a really fun place."

Blue Beast... The Flesh Mage touched his forehead. He had just arrived on this island and encountered every monster he was supposed to!

"You got it, elder! I indeed want to go down and catch someone!"

The Flesh Mage smiled slightly and kept descending along the fissure.

Meanwhile, the Black Light Dragon slowly opened its massive mouth, its scales emitting creaking sounds.

The blue eyes under the cloak slowly lifted, looking at the enormous body of the Black Light Dragon. His hand trembled:

"Difficulty of the hand... really, with the passage of time, am I even feeling fear at the difficulty of the hand..."

Boom!

Accompanied by a loud thunderclap in the sky,

Black Light Dragon's lantern emitted a dazzling light, beginning to gather scorching spiritual power in its mouth.

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[Identifying...]

[Identification successful]

Chen Qi looked at the prompt before him.

[Fissure Name: The Last Soldier (Blade Witch's Land of Trial)]

Rank: C

Nature: Blade, Dice

Fissure Aberration Degree: 10% (This fissure is perfectly controlled by rune power and contains extremely special powers)

Fissure Mode: Single Combat

Fissure Rank Restriction: None

Fissure Participant Limit: Within fifteen people.]

Description: The Blade Witch's Land of Trial offers more detailed inspiration and special powers.]

"Inspiration..."

Chen Qi touched his chin and looked at the inspiration before him.

It had been a long time since he had entered a fissure.

Moreover, this was his first time entering a completely 'controlled contained' combat fissure.

"For someone who hasn't joined a Transcendent organization, entering a rare 'training ground' fissure this early..."

Chen Qi touched his neck.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Some Transcendent professions possessed the power to transform fissures, such as the renowned Fourth Rank Transcendent Hammer Phase 'Fissure Transformer' and the Scale Phase 'Purifier.'

Because of these powers, theoretically, many fissures could be controlled by humans and used for their own forces.

Many fissures, after transformation, would become resource acquisition points, such as the Flower Witch's hometown of Black Soil, the mines of Maro Town.

Transformed fissures would become safer and could even turn into resource production sites.

Of course, resource fissures as absolutely safe as Black Soil are extremely rare. Most controlled 'fissures' have a certain degree of aberration and threat.

The higher the rank, the harder it was to control.

These fissures were often contained by specific organizations, which sent people to periodically deal with the fissure.

For instance, the navy had the Blade Phase's 'Great Sea Battle' fissure specifically used for training navy soldiers, providing resources and a large number of Spiritual Points for the navy.

Similarly, the White Dove Newspaper had a specialized Lamp Phase exploration fissure, B-Rank 'Moonstone City in the Mirror,' where they put newcomers into the monster-filled Moonstone City to test their investigative skills.

Therefore, in the absence of crack tides, most people relied on these organization-internal fissures for promotion.

At this moment, the Flower Witch Fen reminded gently:

"Qi, please be careful. This fissure may not kill your body, but it might torment your spirit—"

"My spirit?"

Chen Qi showed a puzzled expression and looked at the Flower Witch ahead.

Finally, Fen gently said again:

"If you can't hold on, choose to give up, give up your brain. When the fissure ends, I will be here..."

"Give up my brain? What do you mean?"

Chen Qi asked curiously.

Soon, a thin veil of blood mist appeared on the Flower Witch's face. Accompanied by the wailing wind, the Flower Witch vanished into the blood mist.

No, to be precise, everyone around him vanished into the blood mist.

In the next instant, his eyes were also covered by the thick blood mist.

The sound of howling wind echoed.

The burnt smell of blood... Chen Qi gripped the long knife at his waist, maintaining his vigilance.

As the blood mist gradually dissipated, a land of scorched earth appeared before him.

The night sky pressed low, but the horizon burned with a sinister red glow, a strange red moon hanging in the sky.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and despair, the wind whimpering across his face.

On this battlefield shrouded in the aura of death, the ground was littered with scattered blades and broken armor, corpses piled up into mountains.

"A battlefield?"

Chen Qi wondered in his heart.

Many Blade Phase fissures were battlefields, but the scene before him was slightly unexpected.

The vast emptiness, coupled with an unprecedented sense of tranquility, made his heart race.

"What exactly is this trial..."