The Rise of the Black Plain
Chapter 2412: Event Shortened

In the most central area of The Red Expanse, a group had just arrived at the objective point of all the competitors.",

Arriving there, the nine aliens of different races looked around cautiously, while some of them paid attention to the pyramid built in the middle of the mountains there.

Rivers of magma ran through the surroundings, while there were several flat areas to the south, mountains to the north, just beyond the pyramid, and several spatial distortions to the west.

This was the first group to travel all the way to the center of The Red Expanse, so after a few minutes there, they relaxed while focusing on the pyramid in the area.

"There must be some kind of opportunity here." Said the leader of the group, a sentient being with green skin and broccoli-shaped hair. "Let's enter this pyramid and see where it takes us."

"What about the competitors who get here?" One of the group asked, worried about the competition.

"I don't think there's any danger at the moment. No one is going to dominate this area and I believe many competitors have already fallen so far. It should also take decades to centuries for over 100 competitors to arrive here." Said the second strongest of the group, a type of humanoid insect.

"Let's move on to the pyramid. The senior wouldn't make us come to this place if there weren't chances of fate here for us." Another member of the group said in agreement with the leader's suggestion.

They headed for the only entrance to the area, the first to explore that space full of special areas.

...

Meanwhile, to the north of the center of the plan, a group of 11 individuals was in position in an area where several different storms were present.

In one area, a windstorm was tearing through the red terrain of The Red Expanse, while in another, lightning and torrential rain were cooling the magma present in the surrounding area, creating lots of steam and even worse weather conditions.

The terrain shook with every clap of thunder, while the sky looked as if it might break at any moment.

But in a small area of 1 square kilometer, 10 competitors were positioned around one of them, who was sitting in a lotus position, his eyes closed and a glossy book in front of him.

One of the man's hands was turned towards the book, reading the invisible codes that could only be read by touch.

Suddenly, after three hours in that situation, the blind man opened his eyes, revealing completely white eyes, full of concern.

"We should avoid the group coming from the west." He opened his mouth as he considered what he had just read with his divine ability. "The one called Minos Stuart should only be confronted in the second test for the selection of the senior's heirs. Whoever stands in his way in The Red Expanse will face their own deaths."

Listening to the seer and leader of the group, the 10 men looked to the west, aware that a powerful group was coming from that direction, only 20 years' walk away from them.

Previously, they had had the vision that the group led by Minos had many opportunities with them. But as they delved deeper into the reality of young Emperor Stuart today, the leader of that group saw how complicated it would be to go head-to-

head with that competitor.

"Let's make our way to the center of the plane. We'll avoid Minos Stuart and his group while we're in The Red Expanse," said the blind man as he prepared to continue south, where in no more than another 50 years his group would reach the center of the plane.

Confident in their leader, who had led them to glorious victories and opportunities over the last 300 years, the group followed the blind man's lead south, intending to avoid opponents on the last leg of their journey.

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While the strongest groups were moving in different directions, some preferring to avoid taking chances on opportunities or with other competitors, others were battling as if all there was in their lives at the moment was fighting and slaughter.

In several areas of The Red Expanse at this time, battles were taking place, with blood mixing with the ancient terrain of this plane, as more competitors died.

As they got closer to the pyramid at the center of the Celestial being's dimension, the contestants came up against each other more often, fighting to eliminate their opponents.

At this stage of the event, almost no one was interested in increasing the number of teammates, so all that remained was to eliminate the 'extras' who were left competing.

Over the next 50 years, the greatest number of deaths for just 5 decades would take place around the center of the plane, where almost all the remaining competitors were at this point!

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"It looks like my chosen ones will finish the first Millennium Massacre soon." The Celestial being watched his pocket dimension as his subordinate watched the battles in The Red Expanse with interest.

"Will you wait a thousand years to finish the Millennium Massacre, master? There were only 199 competitors left now, with over 640 years to go." The subordinate, next to the Celestial being, asked.

"There's no point in me just leaving them to cultivate for centuries in my dimension. Since they've gone ahead with their slaughter, I'll finish the Millennium Massacre 50 years after the 100th competitor enters my pyramid. That should be enough for them to prepare to return to their worlds."

"Do you think some of them will awaken the Celestial Physique, master?"

"Unlikely. But I hope they take advantage of these years in the pyramid to temper their bodies. If they can raise the quality of their natural abilities, they will be closer to inheriting my position." The Celestial being replied with an interested look on his face, looking forward to the day when he would pass on his position.

For a being with millions of years of life like him, a few hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. Even so, he couldn't help but look at those 199 remaining competitors with an anxious look on his face, who, in a few millennia, could relieve him of his position.

He turned his gaze to the dimension where the Millennium Massacre was taking place, soon watching a few more decades without noticing the passage of time for himself.