Chapter 2031: Into the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage!

Max and the other geniuses waited patiently for the entrance to the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage to open.

The flying boat stayed suspended before the forbidden edge of space, unmoving and silent. Around them, the starry void stretched in every direction, but this region didn’t feel like ordinary space. It was too still. Too cold. Too heavy. ℴ

There were no distant worlds, no drifting continents, no shining law rivers, and no signs of life anywhere nearby. Only the vast darkness ahead kept pulsing faintly, as if something hidden behind the Wall of Eternity was breathing.

No one spoke much. Even Michael, who’d been arrogant not long ago, stood quietly beside Sovereign Warlock with a serious expression. The young geniuses from the Primordial Race, the Four Sacred Clans, and the hidden experts all watched the distorted space ahead with different looks in their eyes.

Some looked excited. Some looked nervous. Some tried to stay calm, but their tightened fists and sharpened breathing gave away their real feelings.

Max stood near the front of the deck, his gaze fixed on the invisible boundary ahead. The pressure coming from the Wall of Eternity was hard to describe. It didn’t just press against the body. It pressed against perception, bloodline, soul, and law comprehension all at once. Max could feel his Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline stirring faintly.

A low sound suddenly spread through the void. It wasn’t thunder. It wasn’t the roar of a beast. It sounded more like an ancient door turning after countless years of silence.

Everyone on the flying boat went alert at once.

The darkness ahead began to twist. At first the change was faint. A thin silver-gold line appeared in the empty space before them, stretching vertically across the void.

Then the line widened slowly, and layers of ancient symbols surfaced around it. Some symbols glowed gold. Some glowed silver. Some looked black. Some carried colors Max had never seen before, colors that seemed to exist somewhere between law and light.

The Wall of Eternity trembled faintly. A crack opened in the boundary. Beyond that crack, Max saw a road.

It wasn’t a normal road. It looked like countless broken stars had fused together into a vast path stretching into endless mist. Ancient ruins floated in the distance. Rivers of light flowed backward through the sky.

Fragments of shattered palaces drifted like dead moons. Enormous bones stretched across the horizon, and somewhere far deeper, Max sensed a power so ancient that even his soul went quiet in front of it.

The entrance to the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage had opened.

A heavy aura rushed out from the crack and swept over the flying boat. Several young geniuses immediately changed expressions. Some took half a step back. Some released their bloodline aura on instinct. Some had to circulate their cultivation just to steady themselves.

This was only the aura leaking out from the entrance, yet it already carried the feel of an ancient battlefield soaked in countless eras of death, glory, and forgotten ambition.

Arvantos stood at the front of the flying boat, his robes unmoving despite the violent flow of power from the entrance. He turned around and looked at everyone.

"This is the entrance to the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage."

His voice stayed calm, but every word reached all the geniuses clearly.

"Once you pass through it, you’ll no longer be under my protection. The Primordial Race won’t be able to watch over you. The Four Sacred Clans won’t be able to interfere. Your masters, elders, teachers, and families won’t be able to save you when danger comes."

The geniuses’ expressions turned more solemn.

Arvantos continued, "Inside that place, your identity only matters if you have the strength to defend it. Don’t think your background will scare the geniuses of other universes. The Devil Race will kill you the moment they see weakness."

His gaze swept slowly across all of them. No one dared take his warning lightly.

Arvantos’s expression turned even more serious. "The Godslayer’s Pilgrimage splits into countless regions, and not all of you will land in the same place after entering. Some of you might get separated immediately. Some of you might meet again after days, months, or even years, depending on how the internal space behaves. Time, distance, and direction aren’t always reliable there. If you find companions you can trust, value them. If you find enemies you can’t kill, survive first and settle the debt later."

Max’s eyes moved slightly. That meant they might not be able to rely on each other once they got in.

Arvantos continued, "You’re all geniuses of our universe. Some of you carry the blood of Primordials. Some carry the inheritance of the Four Sacred Clans. Some were trained by hidden experts. Some have walked paths even I can’t fully see. But none of that matters if you die at the first step."

His voice dropped. "So live."

Those two words came out simple, but they carried more weight than any grand speech.

"Take what you can take. Fight when you have to fight. Retreat when you have to retreat. Learn, endure, and come back stronger than you are today. The war with the devils has already cast its shadow over our universe, and the future won’t wait for slow growth."

Arvantos looked at them one last time. "When you come back from the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage, I hope to see fewer children standing in front of me and more blades sharp enough to cut into the coming storm."

The flying boat fell into complete silence.

Then Sovereign Warlock laughed lightly, breaking the heaviness for a moment. "You heard him, brats. Go in alive, come back alive, and try not to embarrass your masters too badly."

Some of the tension eased, just slightly.

Arvantos raised his hand. A bridge of golden light stretched out from the flying boat toward the opened entrance. It crossed the empty void and connected directly to the star-forged road beyond the crack in the Wall of Eternity.

The first group of Primordial geniuses stepped forward. Without hesitation, they walked across the bridge and entered the entrance. Their figures got swallowed by the silver-gold light and disappeared into the mist beyond.

After them, the disciples of the hidden experts started moving. Some looked calm. Some looked excited. Some carried silent killing intent in their eyes.

The geniuses of the Four Sacred Clans went next. Several of them glanced at Max before crossing the bridge, but none of them said anything.