He had done everything possible to survive this trial, slumbering in the Original Divine Gold coffin, sinking to the depths of the ocean.
Yet, in the end, he still died.
"A trial against the consciousness of the world?"
Images flashed in the mind of the tentacle creature, finally sensing the power of the world itself crushing him.
"How can I get through this?"
The tentacle creature felt despair in his heart.
At the same time, he could clearly feel his own vast psychic consciousness rapidly annihilating.
Ten billion and eight thousand trials, with each one passed, his strength would increase slightly.
But the same way, if one trial was not passed, waiting for him would be complete death.
The psychic consciousness would dissipate.
Leaving not a trace.
"Transcendence! Transcendence! Without passing through ten billion and eight thousand trials, how can I transcend?"
