The sacred land, the “Voidsky Palace,” was bustling with unprecedented liveliness today. Normally, the “Palace Masters” and “Inner Hall Elders” were rarely seen—either away on missions or in seclusion—but today, they had all emerged. Even the two most revered figures, “Ancestor Tianyu” and “Swordmaster,” had long since left their retreats.
The True God Disciple Ranking Battle.
This was the only large-scale internal competition within the Voidsky Palace, practically a grand festival!
“Golden-robed disciple Dongbo Xueying, please proceed immediately to the ‘Nether Battlefield,'” came the message through his communication token.
Inside the Myriad Phenomena Hall, Dongbo Xueying paused briefly before placing the tome he held back onto the shelf. “The day has finally come,” he murmured.
He had long since studied all the important texts that mattered to him. Over the years, he had browsed through other works, some even detailing systems like the “Witches” or “Ancient Cultivators,” broadening his horizons and preparing him for future encounters with diverse foes.
“*Thirteen Swords of Annihilation* is truly difficult,” Dongbo Xueying muttered to himself. “I had hoped to master the second sword at the Dominator level, but it seems I’m still lacking!”
When he first obtained the *Thirteen Swords of Annihilation*, the first sword alone had shocked him. He hadn’t dared to dream of mastering the second sword at the Dominator level. Yet, after absorbing countless texts and greatly expanding his knowledge, and after three hundred million years of secluded cultivation in the “Time Hall,” he had even managed to fuse the first sword with the mysteries of the Wave Dao. He had also gained insight into the principles behind the first sword’s creation.
With his heightened understanding, the second sword no longer seemed unattainable, and he had begun to nurture hope. Over the past twenty-eight million years, while browsing the Myriad Phenomena Hall, he had continuously pondered the second sword, occasionally retreating to the Time Hall for deeper contemplation.
Now, his merit points had dwindled to a mere five hundred. Yet, despite his efforts, he still hadn’t grasped it.
“Whoosh.” Dongbo Xueying exited the Myriad Phenomena Hall and immediately transformed into a streak of light, soaring toward the Nether Battlefield.
……
Swish, swish, swish…
Within the space of the Voidsky Palace, streaks of light cut across the sky as True God disciples emerged from all directions, converging on the Nether Battlefield.
“We’re here,” Dongbo Xueying gazed into the distance.
The Nether Battlefield was constructed specifically for combat trials.
An aura of slaughter permeated the vast battlefield, where thousands of stone pillars stood in a straight line. At the forefront, golden-robed and purple-robed disciples had already landed on the pillars.
“Whoosh.” Dongbo Xueying swooped down, swiftly alighting on the eleventh pillar.
Each disciple was assigned a pillar, primarily based on their ranking from the previous True God Disciple Battle. Of course, if any had ascended to the Void God level, the rankings of those below would shift accordingly. As a newly emerged golden-robed disciple, Dongbo Xueying was ranked eleventh, pushing those behind him down by one.
Whoosh, whoosh…
More disciples landed around him.
To Dongbo Xueying’s left stood ten towering pillars, reserved for the top ten. Six golden-robed disciples had already arrived. To his right were purple-robed disciples, though Dongbo Xueying knew that some among the top twenty had once been golden-robed disciples themselves, their strength nothing to scoff at.
“Junior Brother Dongbo Xueying?”
“We’ve heard of you, but this is our first meeting.”
Some golden-robed disciples greeted him—some friendly, others aloof, and a few simply sat cross-legged on their pillars, eyes closed in meditation, ignoring everyone.
Dongbo Xueying smiled in response. “I’ve only recently arrived at the Voidsky Palace, so I’ve spent most of my time in the Myriad Phenomena Hall. It’s an honor to meet you all, senior brothers.”
“Is that Dongbo Xueying?”
“Hmph, he’s ranked above us.”
“No matter. He became a golden-robed disciple through the trials in his home universe, so he naturally takes the eleventh spot. But his strength is far inferior to those of us who earned our ranks through the Voidsky Palace’s internal battles.”
“I heard many junior brothers and sisters challenged him, but he refused, saying he’d wait until the ranking battle.”
“Tch…”
“Soon, he’ll have no choice but to show his true strength.”
Nearby, some purple-robed disciples exchanged whispers. Though they ranked highly—some even former golden-robed disciples—they didn’t take Dongbo Xueying seriously. Still, such words were only shared in private.
Soon, the top hundred disciples had all landed on their pillars. As for those ranked lower? They weren’t qualified to come directly to the Nether Battlefield. They had to pass preliminary screenings, and many purple-robed disciples weren’t even eligible to participate in the True God Disciple Ranking Battle.
If they couldn’t clear the screenings, what right did they have to compete?
“The two strongest golden-robed disciples,” Dongbo Xueying glanced at the first and second-ranked golden-robed disciples to his left. “According to intel, these two hold a significant advantage over the others.”
Golden-robed disciple rankings:
First: Rainsword.
Second: Golden Needle Fiend.
Among golden-robed disciples, those with close rankings usually had minor gaps in strength. But the top two stood far above the third and below, wielding absolute superiority.
“Golden Needle Fiend?” Dongbo Xueying observed the green-browed, emaciated man with a black horn and eerie glowing eyes, exuding a terrifyingly sinister aura. According to records, this man had once styled himself “Golden Needle Ancestor,” but upon joining the Voidsky Palace, despite his arrogance, he was forced to adopt the humbler title of “Golden Needle Fiend.”
Ancestor…
This title was reserved for the pinnacle of a cultivation system, carrying the reverence of “Progenitor.” Within a sacred land, those of lesser strength dared not claim it. The “Fiend Ancestor” had retained his title because, at the time, he was at the peak of the Unity realm, unmatched by other Unity experts in the Voidsky Palace. The Chaos realm experts, being of higher status, saw no need to intervene. Thus, he kept his title.
But a mere True God Dominator, calling himself an ancestor?
The Outer and Inner Hall Elders would swiftly teach him a lesson! In remote regions, such titles might fly, but in a sacred land? It was asking for trouble.
“Rainsword?” Dongbo Xueying turned his gaze to the other figure.
Rainsword was a disheveled man sitting cross-legged, cheerfully drinking from a gourd, a sword strapped to his back.
Not only Dongbo Xueying, but all the golden and purple-robed disciples couldn’t help but glance at these two. Their ability to unleash such terrifying combat power with only Dominator-level insights commanded respect.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…” Suddenly, a large group of purple-robed disciples flew in from the distance.
“They’re here.”
“The screenings are over. This time, 623 passed, plus our 100—making 723 participants in total.”
“They’re negligible. Our real opponents are the top twenty.”
“Hard to say. There might be monstrous newcomers among them.”
……
Dongbo Xueying suddenly looked up, sensing something.
A group of figures descended from the sky, led by two: a hunchbacked elder and a white-haired man. They flew at the forefront, chatting casually. Though they didn’t deliberately release their auras, the sheer gap in life essence alone made Dongbo Xueying’s heart tremble with instinctive awe.
Lofty and transcendent!
Even when traversing the Chaos Void, facing the oppressive might of entire universes paled in comparison to the invisible pressure emanating from these two.
Of course. These two beings… were existences capable of annihilating universes with a flip of their hands. If they wished, they could even destroy “Sacred Worlds.” They were the ultimate pinnacles of the Rules and Mysteries system across the Five Sacred Worlds and the Chaos Void—Ancestor Tianyu and the Swordmaster!
Behind them followed nine Chaos realm experts. Among them, the Fiend Ancestor stood inconspicuously, his cultivation time relatively short, placing him in the middle ranks of the Voidsky Palace’s Palace Masters.
“According to reports, the Voidsky Palace has twelve Chaos realm experts. Three must be absent,” Dongbo Xueying noted silently. While the True God Disciple Battle was a grand event, not every Chaos realm expert attended. Even the Swordmaster often remained in seclusion, though he had come this time.
Further back…
Came the Inner Hall Elders.
“Rumble~~~~” In the sky, clouds coalesced, forming majestic thrones.
Ancestor Tianyu and the Swordmaster took the highest seats.
The nine Chaos realm experts and thirty-one Inner Hall Elders seated themselves in order, gazing down upon the battlefield below.
“Swordmaster, that young one is Dongbo Xueying,” the Fiend Ancestor transmitted. Though they had clashed for eons in their homeland, and though he secretly aimed to surpass the Swordmaster, the Fiend Ancestor knew the vast gulf between them.
The white-haired Swordmaster looked down, his eyes quickly settling on Dongbo Xueying, ranked eleventh below.
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