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Chapter 487: Conclusion
Chapter 487: Conclusion
"If the Soul Spirit reaches the Ultimate Limit and ascends to True God, the Physical Body can be condensed, allowing the True God to manifest and move freely here."
Li Hao mused to himself.
Currently, his Soul Spirit Power had surpassed his Physical Body. Even though the Ancestor Immortal Body was one of the peak immortal bodies in the True Immortal Realm, it still couldn't match the terrifying strength of the 560 soul spirit golden bones.
Fortunately, his spatial dao essence at the fourth level allowed him to barely perceive the traces of attacks here. Combined with the powerful Divine Sense bestowed by his Soul Spirit, Li Hao gradually adapted to the twelfth wasteland, moving with ease and dodging attacks effortlessly.
Some attacks came close, but Li Hao deftly avoided them, with a hint of ease and amusement.
The feeling of dancing on the edge of a blade while maintaining perfect control was exhilarating, evoking a long-lost sense of passion.
Time passed quietly.
Before he knew it, Li Hao had been here for three days.
"It's time to wrap this up."
Li Hao moved back and forth near the fog wall in the depths of the twelfth wasteland.
He had tried to slash through the fog wall, but the condensed Primordial Dao Power inside was too strong. Even when he used his Unique Self Sword Technique, he could only manage to split it halfway.
The immortal dao law power embedded in the fog wall reduced the power of his Sword Dao by over ninety percent, leaving him to rely on pure Immortal Power to break through.
The gap between the True Immortal Realm and the Immortal Lord Realm was too vast. Li Hao didn't push further, estimating that even if he forced his way into the thirteenth wasteland, he would be quickly forced out.
Swish!
Ducking an attack, Li Hao moved like a dragon, gracefully landing elsewhere.
He took out his token, noting that there was less than two days left. It was time to leave.
As he neared the end, he wondered what the outside world would look like.
With a mindset of curiosity, Li Hao activated his identity token. Instantly, a power surpassing the wasteland's Immortal Dao Law enveloped him, tearing through the void and teleporting him out.
At the same moment Li Hao disappeared, two figures soared into the depths of the wasteland.
"That young fellow, after three years, has made such a terrifying improvement. His progress is truly astonishing."
Yuan Xinggang, with his snow-white hair and star-embroidered white robe, stroked his beard and smiled.
Beside him, Shangguan Hong, clad in golden armor, revealed a rare look of satisfaction and said:
"With his own power, he could barely hold his ground in the twelfth wasteland. However, his Soul Spirit is formidable, and his Body Movement Techniques are agile. He seems to have considerable combat experience, which gives him the potential to perform beyond his level in combat!"
As the top figure in the military and the overseer of the Yan Chu Immortal Dynasty's nine thousand immortal cities, Shangguan Hong valued the power a cultivator could unleash more than their realm.
With the resources of major sects and ten-thousand-year noble families, cultivating disciples to high realms wasn't difficult. Various heavenly materials and treasures could be piled up to create superficial monsters.
But in actual combat, both combat experience and a solid foundation were far more crucial than those who had been cultivated in a bubble. There had been many embarrassing incidents, such as a noble family's young miss, who, despite her cultivation, was terrified into paralysis by a Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood illusion created by a cultivator several realms below her, nearly shattering her Dao Heart.
Others were affected by lascivious Immortal Techniques, causing their combat prowess to plummet, allowing weaker opponents to triumph.
These weaknesses were extremely fatal at the same realm. Combat wasn't just sparring; it was a matter of life and death, where any means were fair game, and only a strong Dao Heart could endure.
"Originally, I felt regret that he didn't join the National Supervisory Academy, unable to teach him personally. But seeing his current performance, cultivating in the Heavenly Surveillance Secret Realm of the National Supervisory Academy for three years, he hasn't made much more progress than this."
Yuan Xinggang smiled.
Shangguan Hong nodded slightly. Three years had passed since Yuan Xinggang barely managed to step into the eleventh wasteland. Now, he could navigate the twelfth wasteland with ease, a tremendous improvement.
After all, this was equivalent to advancing one level in the Immortal Lord Realm.
And yet, the other party was only at the True Immortal Ninth Level. Although his realm had improved significantly, he was still in the True Immortal Realm. Facing the difficulty of the Immortal Lord Realm, there was little difference between a True Immortal First Rank and a True Immortal Tenth Rank; both would be defeated in an instant.
"There are still seven years. I’m actually looking forward to this little guy’s performance in the Southern Domain Battle."
"He should make a name for himself in the True Immortal Realm competition group."
Shangguan Hong also smiled, never expecting Yan Chu to find such a gem.
"The emperor has also been informed and will come to take a look this time", Yuan Xinggang said with a smile.
"The trials are almost over, and these young ones are starting to settle down."
Shangguan Hong’s gaze swept over the imperial clans outside the wasteland and the few imperial clan descendants still exploring the wasteland, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
...
Outside the wasteland.
Li Hao stepped out of the wasteland and flew to the location of the Great Dream Nine Abyss Sect. He glanced up at the immortal stele and quickly found his rank number at the tenth position.
Climbing from twenty-fifth to tenth, Li Hao was quite satisfied, though he hadn’t expected to end up as the gatekeeper.
Three days passed, and Li Hao’s ranking did not improve further, remaining at tenth. In the twelfth wasteland, he hadn’t encountered any other imperial clan members, speculating that the ninth place might require entering the thirteenth wasteland.
In that case, the top nine must be at least top-tier Immortal Lord Third Rank.
"Encountering these guys in the Southern Domain Battle will be quite a challenge..."
Li Hao thought to himself.
As he landed, the members of the Nine Depths of the Great Dream saw Li Hao. Amidst Zhou Qingyun’s and others’ exclamations of surprise, Li Tiemu rushed over, grabbed Li Hao, and said:
"You little brat, you really managed to secure the tenth spot."
"How did you do it?"
He looked at Li Hao with a mix of shock and disbelief.
"Just kept pushing", Li Hao smiled.
Li Tiemu rolled his eyes. It wasn’t that simple, but since it involved Li Hao’s secrets, he didn’t really want to pry. He could see that this disciple’s performance was beyond what he could teach. He must have some hidden lineage or a special opportunity.
Regardless, it was a good thing. The bond between master and disciple remained, and he hoped for Li Hao’s success.
As they landed, Zhou Qingyun and the others gathered around, looking at Li Hao with amazement and offering their congratulations.
Lin Mingrong watched the young man surrounded by admirers, feeling a mix of emotions. She never expected the young man she had once misunderstood to have such terrifying talent.
She understood that the gap between them was now like that between a dragon and a fish, and their paths would only diverge further.
Beside her, Gu Yan and Yue Xi also wore complex expressions. They had entered the sect around the same time as Li Hao and were at similar realms, but the gap between them now was vast, making it even more stimulating.
"This little junior brother is really making us proud."
Murmured Murong Qingwu.
Apart from the Sword Abyss disciples, disciples from other abysses also gathered, eager to get a closer look at the strongest prodigy of the Nine Depths of the Great Dream, wondering what made him so exceptional.
In Spear Abyss, Su Ye Chen stood rooted in place, dressed in black. His fellow disciples surged toward the returning young man, but he remained motionless, like a reef standing firm against the waves. He only gazed from a distance at the returning figure.
With his Immortal Lord Realm, he could see at a glance that the young man's aura was clearly that of a True Immortal Realm, and he had not even reached the tenth level of Perfection.
Such a guy, and he managed to rank higher than me...
His eyes narrowed, and he remained silent.
Li Hao, seeing the crowd around him, immediately knew that his rank number had spread throughout the sect. With the competition about to end, there was no need to keep it a secret anymore. He raised his hand and greeted everyone, thanking his fellow disciples for their warm welcome.
"Senior Brother, you're only at the True Immortal Realm, how did you manage to rank higher than Senior Brother Ye Chen?"
In the crowd, a disciple couldn't help but ask in surprise.
This question echoed the thoughts of many others, who all widened their eyes in curiosity, looking at Li Hao.
Li Hao didn't know who Senior Brother Ye Chen was, and he didn't bother to ask. He smiled and said, "This wasteland doesn't seem to have any cultivation limits. Just keep working hard, and you can do it too."
"Senior Brother, you really know how to comfort people."
The person gave a bitter smile.
Li Tie Mu waved his hand, holding back the crowd to avoid further questioning. He then pulled Li Hao back to Sword Abyss and asked, "You little brat, what have you been up to for the past three days? You didn't go wandering around again, did you?"
Li Hao had already ranked tenth and hadn't moved for three days, so Li Tie Mu assumed he had retreated to the earlier wasteland to explore.
"No, I was just trying to find a feel for it."
Li Tie Mu was speechless. He looked up at the immortal stele and said, "You're now the tenth guardian. I'm not sure if anyone will challenge you. The one you pushed down is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Mountains Sword Tower, second only to Tian Hongyi, and he has imperial blood. He likely won't let this go easily. The final competition will be particularly intense."
"If I get pushed down, there's nothing I can do about it."
Li Hao smiled.
Seeing Li Hao's relaxed demeanor, Li Tie Mu was speechless. But he thought about how much effort must have been put into reaching this rank and didn't say anything more. He said, "Then let's leave it to fate. The difference between tenth and eleventh is significant."
Li Hao didn't comment but wasn't too worried. If he didn't get the top ten reward, so be it.
As they were talking, in another part of the Ten Thousand Mountains Sword Tower:
"The time is almost up. This time, I'll aim to stay for two full days!"
Zhang Xuan Yu stood up, his eyes cold.
Previously, he had only managed to stay in the twelfth wasteland for one day before his Immortal Power was depleted.
Now, he planned to use a Secret Art to last another day!
As for breaking through the twelfth wasteland... that was a bit too much for him.
After all, the wasteland itself was extremely challenging. Many Tenth Tier True Immortal disciples from the Dizong Sect, who should theoretically be able to handle the tenth wasteland, could only barely manage to stay there for a short while. Only the prodigies of great sects could last longer.
"Xuan Yu, good luck!"
"Make sure to reclaim your tenth place!"
"Xuan Yu, I believe in you. Remember the instructions I gave you."
Many disciples of the Ten Thousand Mountains Sword Tower gathered around Zhang Xuan Yu, cheering him on.
Zhang Xuan Yu remained calm. As a top genius of a great sect, he was used to the encouragement and friendliness around him. He nodded lightly to his master and friends before soaring into the air and heading toward the wasteland.
"Master, will Xuan Yu be able to do it?"
"No problem. Using that imperial blood secret art, his Immortal Power should last another day!"
"There are only two days left. If he can hold on until the end, even if someone wants to challenge him, they won't have the time."
"I see."
The disciples of the Ten Thousand Mountains Sword Tower watched Zhang Xuan Yu leave.
Standing at the edge of the Great Sword Domain, Lin Qingying’s eyes showed a hint of worry. She kept a close eye on Li Hao, knowing that the tenth rank number was him. She was happy for him, but her heart couldn’t help but be concerned as this senior brother was making his move. His reputation within the sect was already well-known, like thunder in her ears, and she couldn’t help but worry about Li Hao.
……
“This is intense.”
“So many people coming and going.”
In the Nine Depths of the Great Dream, Li Hao watched the disciples flying into and out of the wasteland, sighing at the bustling scene, much like a bustling market.
Such a grand spectacle reminded him of the opening of the Ancient Immortal Realm three years ago.
However, the disciples coming and going didn’t have particularly strong auras, and the top hundred rank numbers on the immortal stele remained relatively stable.
The Imperial Clan and the monsters from various sects had already completed their challenges. No one was deliberately trying to time their final moves, as such actions were meaningless.
As the last month approached, the rankings had already settled.
“You really aren’t worried at all. I heard that Zhang Xuan Yu has already gone in.”
Li Tiemu looked at Li Hao’s relaxed expression, as if he were an outsider watching the scene, and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
Li Hao shook his head and said, “If it’s meant to be, it will be. There’s no need to force it.”
“……”
Li Tiemu was speechless, but after pondering Li Hao’s words, he felt a subtle connection to some great Dao. He began to understand why Li Hao could achieve the nine resounding questions of the heart, reaching the Eternal Dao Heart.
To the eternal, the temporary success or failure, the gains and losses, were all seen through, and nothing could move him.
……
In front of the immortal stele.
Outside the gathering of disciples from various sects, in the foremost fief, a group of figures in luxurious imperial robes gathered.
The men mostly wore the Golden Swallow Imperial Robe, with golden threads woven into the sleeves, depicting golden swallows and flying dragons.
The women’s Dharma robes were each a unique sight, like misty ribbons and neon halos, each one more beautiful than the last.
“Who is that Boya Xuejian, to be able to ride above us?”
“Luckily we have Brother Tianhuang, suppressing everything. Otherwise, we would all be suppressed by such a person, and the Imperial Clan’s face would be lost.”
“If that were the case, I wouldn’t dare to look at Father Emperor’s face.”
“That Boya Xuejian, I heard he is a Snow Spirit born in the Chaos, a primordial being!”
“Primordial being? So he’s a life form from the original True World?”
“Exactly. This is rarer than an imperial bloodline. That explains why he’s so powerful.”
“Luckily we have Brother Tianhuang. No matter what primordial being or imperial bloodline, they will all be suppressed by Brother Tianhuang!”
The crowd whispered among themselves, their eyes mostly focused on the second rank number on the immortal stele.
That position was too glaring, making it hard for them to accept.
“Brother Tianzheng, you’re at twelve, which is a pity. With a bit more effort, you could have reached the top ten.”
“If you had entered the top ten, you would certainly have caught the Father Emperor’s eye, especially with your mother being favored by the emperor …”
“Humph!”
The words were cut off by a cold snort from a young man in an imperial robe.
The flattery in the prince’s face changed, and he quickly tried to laugh it off, saying, “Brother Tianzheng, don’t be angry. Being at twelve is already something we all admire and look up to.”
“That guy who surged to tenth place, I wonder where he came from. He was at 25th before, but suddenly shot up to tenth. Brother Tianzheng was at eleventh, which was barely acceptable.”
Beside him, another princess of the Imperial Clan crossed her arms, her expression calm as she spoke.
Her position was lower than Chu Tianzheng’s, but not by much. Her tone was not one of flattery, but rather a hint of regret.
“Such a person, charging up at the last minute. I’ll see who it is in a couple of days.”
Chu Tianzheng said with a cold laugh.
Time flew by.
Two days passed quickly.
As the end drew near, the disciples from various sects in front of the immortal stele grew increasingly restless, knowing that the rankings were about to be finalized.
The top hundred were almost unchanged, with the most intense competition happening at the 990th position. Making it into the top thousand meant qualifying for the Southern Domain Battle, earning a ticket.
Thus, the battles here were the most intense, with each rank change causing waves of exclamations.
(End of Chapter)
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