I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

"boom!"

Sword energy shattered!

The giant handprint continued forward, striking the man!

The man was sent flying backward, spitting out blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His prized swordsmanship couldn't even withstand a single palm strike?!

In the semi-finals, his opponent was the second-ranked guest elder, a peak ninth-level saint, known for his formidable physical strength.

After he went on stage, he took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles, and his body shone with a faint golden light.

"Come! Let me see, is your palm print more powerful, or my golden body?"

Qin Yuan struck out with his palm as usual!

The Great Chaos Handprint!

The man roared and threw a punch!

"boom!"

Fists and palms collided, and violent energy overflowed!

The man staggered back three steps, his fists dripping with blood!

Qin Yuan remained completely still!

The man's expression shifted from confidence to shock, and then to fear.

"You...how could your physical body be stronger than mine?!"

Qin Yuan remained silent.

He simply raised his hand, ready to strike a second time.

The man quickly waved his hand.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

Are you kidding me? One punch and he's already like this, another slap and he'll be dead!

Qin Yuan withdrew his hand, turned around, and stepped off the stage.

finals.

Qin Yuan faced off against Lei Qianjue.

The two stood on the stage, facing each other.

Lei Qianjue's expression was solemn.

He watched Qin Yuan rise to the top with lightning speed, from initial disdain to later respect, and now to fear.

This person's abilities far exceeded his expectations.

But he had no way out.

There is only one spot available.

He must win.

"Qin Yuan, I admit you are very strong," Lei Qianjue said, "but I will not lose this battle."

He raised his hand, and a purple longsword appeared.

Lightning crackled across the blade, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard.

A ninth-grade peak magic weapon, the Purple Thunder Blade.

Qin Yuan looked at him without saying a word.

He simply took out the Xingtian Sword.

The sword was jet black, simple and unadorned, yet it exuded a chilling aura.

Saint-level magic weapon.

Lei Qianjue's pupils contracted slightly.

Saint-level magic weapon?

This Qin Yuan actually possesses a Saint-level magic weapon?!

But he did not back down.

He took a deep breath, and lightning crackled around him as he transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged towards Qin Yuan!

With a single slash!

Thunder Dragon Roar!

Qin Yuan raised his sword to meet the attack!

"boom!"

Swords clashed, and violent energy surged forth!

The entire defensive formation of the training ground was trembling violently!

Both of them took three steps back at the same time!

Tie!

Lei Qianjue's expression changed.

He used all his strength in that strike, yet it was only a draw?!

Qin Yuan also frowned slightly.

This Lei Qianjue is indeed much stronger than his previous opponents.

But that's about it.

He took a deep breath and raised the Xingtian Sword.

The first of the Nine Forms of the God of War – Heaven Opening!

A massive sword aura slashed down from above towards Lei Qianjue!

Lei Qianjue's expression changed drastically, and he blocked with all his might!

"boom!"

He was slashed back ten steps by the sword, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth!

Qin Yuan's second sword strike followed immediately!

The second move – Opening up the land!

Lei Qianjue was once again forced back!

The third sword! The fourth sword! The fifth sword!

Qin Yuan's sword strikes were faster and heavier than the last!

Lei Qianjue fought with all his might to resist, but was forced to retreat step by step!

After ten sword strikes, he knelt on one knee and spat out blood!

He looked up at Qin Yuan, his eyes filled with fear.

Is this still a Saint of the Ninth Level?

This is clearly the fighting power of a Holy King!

Qin Yuan sheathed his sword and looked at him.

"Admit defeat?"

Lei Qianjue gave a bitter smile.

"I... admit defeat."

The entire room fell silent.

A deafening cheer erupted immediately!

"Qin Yuan! Qin Yuan! Qin Yuan!"

Nine wins out of nine, a perfect record to win the championship!

Representing Xuanhuang Cave Heaven, I will participate in the selection of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sacred Domain!

Qin Yuan stood on the stage, his expression calm.

On the high platform, the Xuanhuang Holy Emperor rose, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Qin Yuan, congratulations."

Qin Yuan clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Thank you, Cave Master."

The Xuanhuang Holy Emperor nodded.

"An envoy from the Heavenly Sacred Domain will come to pick you up in three days. Prepare well."

Qin Yuan's eyes flickered slightly.

Messenger of the Heavenly Sacred Domain.

He was finally about to set foot on that legendary place.

Three days later, at the main peak of Xuanhuang.

A huge flying boat came from the void and stopped above the main peak of Xuanhuang.

The flying boat was ten thousand feet long, entirely crafted from some kind of sacred-grade material. Its hull was covered in intricate runes, emitting a faint golden light. At the bow, a large banner fluttered in the wind, embroidered with three large characters:

Heavenly Sacred Domain.

Qin Yuan stood atop the main peak of Xuanhuang, gazing up at the flying boat.

Saint King-class airship.

And there was more than one.

It is said that the Heavenly Sacred Domain dispatched nine Saint King-level flying ships to the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves and the Three Thousand Provinces to welcome the ten winners of the quota.

A figure slowly descended from the airship.

She was a woman in white, with an exquisitely beautiful face and a cool, aloof demeanor like the moon. Her aura was ethereal and otherworldly, as if she were one with the heavens and earth.

Peak of Saint King.

She landed in front of Qin Yuan, glanced at him, and nodded slightly.

"A Saint at the Ninth Level? You are Qin Yuan?"

Qin Yuan clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Exactly."

The woman in white said.

"My name is Yuechan, a Holy Envoy of the Heavenly Sacred Domain. I have come to receive you on the orders of the Holy Lord."

She raised her hand, and a jade slip flew towards Qin Yuan.

"These are the rules of the Heavenly Sacred Domain. Take good care of your surroundings along the way."

Qin Yuan accepted it.

Yuechan turned around and flew towards the flying boat.

"Come with me."

Qin Yuan followed behind her and boarded the flying boat.

Nine people were already waiting on the airship.

Nine young people, three men and six women, were all at the peak of the ninth level of the Saint realm. They came from different grotto-heavens and were all top geniuses in their respective grotto-heavens.

Qin Yuan's arrival immediately drew nine pairs of eyes.

There was curiosity, scrutiny, and hostility.

"A Saint of the Ninth Level? Yet another Saint of the Ninth Level."

A burly young man sneered.

"I thought Xuanhuang Cave Heaven would send a Saint King, but it turns out he's only a Saint of the Ninth Level. It seems Xuanhuang Cave Heaven isn't all that great after all."

His name is Zhan Tian, ​​and he comes from Zhan Tian Cave Heaven. He is at the peak of the ninth level of Sainthood, and it is said that his combat power is comparable to that of the first level of Saint King.

The others all showed expressions of deep agreement.

Qin Yuan remained expressionless and found a corner to sit down.

Yuechan glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to leave.

The airship started up and headed into the depths of the void.

Along the way, the nine prodigies chatted with each other, exchanging their experiences in their respective grotto-heavens. Occasionally, someone would glance at Qin Yuan with disdain in their eyes.

But Qin Yuan never participated.

He simply sat quietly, closing his eyes to rest.

Three days later, the flying boat arrived at the Heavenly Sacred Domain.

The Heavenly Sacred Domain, one of the nine sacred domains, is located in the void of the far north of the Central Continent.

This is a world independent of the Three Thousand Provinces, spanning hundreds of millions of miles, and thousands of times larger than the entire Qingzhou.

The spiritual energy within the domain was so dense it was almost liquefied, and Saint-level spiritual veins were visible everywhere. Countless palaces and pavilions floated in the sky, each radiating a faint holy light. On the ground, countless cultivators were practicing, sparring, and discussing the Dao; even the weakest among them were at the early Saint level.

The airship landed in a huge square.

The plaza, spanning thousands of feet in circumference, was entirely paved with white jade. At the far end of the plaza stood a colossal palace, thousands of feet tall.

Tian Sheng Temple.