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

That star field was so vast that even with his eyesight, he couldn't see its edge. In the center of the star field floated a colossal city, ten times larger than Zhongzhou City.

Tian Sheng City.

The main city of the Heavenly Sacred Domain.

Qin Yuan landed in front of the city gate.

The city gate was ten thousand feet high, forged entirely from some kind of holy-grade material, and covered with holy emperor-level formations. Before the gate stood two squads of armored soldiers, each a peak-level saint.

Qin Yuan presented the selection order.

The armored soldier glanced at him and immediately became respectful.

"So you are a distinguished guest participating in the selection of the Holy Son. Please follow me."

He led Qin Yuan into the city.

The prosperity of Tian Sheng City is beyond imagination.

The streets were incredibly wide, lined with shops on both sides. They sold everything imaginable: pills, magical artifacts, cultivation manuals, spirit beasts… The streets were teeming with people, the lowest level of whom were all Saints, Saint Kings were everywhere, and one could even occasionally sense the aura of a Saint Emperor.

Qin Yuan followed the armored soldiers to a huge square.

In the center of the square stands a towering stone platform.

Tianshengtai.

At this moment, the area around Tianshengtai was already crowded with people.

The number of geniuses from various grotto-heavens, holy kings from various states, and countless cultivators who came to watch the spectacle totaled tens of millions.

Qin Yuan's gaze swept over them.

Saint King level one, they are everywhere.

The second level of the Holy King, one step at a time.

The Holy King Triple Realm is not uncommon.

There were even a few people whose auras were unfathomable, making him feel a sense of pressure.

Saint King, fourth level, fifth level, or even sixth level.

This is the selection of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sacred Domain.

The strong are numerous.

Qin Yuan's lips curled up slightly.

The stronger the opponent, the more interesting it is.

"clang--"

The bell rang.

A figure appeared above the Heavenly Saint Platform.

It was an old man with white hair, whose aura was ethereal and elusive, blending into the heavens and earth.

Holy Emperor.

Moreover, he was at the peak of the Saint Emperor realm.

He glanced around the room and slowly began to speak.

"The selection of the Holy Sons of the Heavenly Sacred Domain shall now begin. The rules are as follows: contestants will be drawn by lot, the winners will advance, and the losers will be eliminated. The top ten will become the Holy Sons of the Heavenly Sacred Domain and enjoy the cultivation resources of the Sacred Domain."

"Now, draw lots!"

Qin Yuan stepped forward to draw lots.

The number drawn was: 13,721.

His first opponent drew the number: 98,642.

Round one, begin.

Qin Yuan stood on the stage, facing a young man at the second level of Saint King, who came from a certain grotto heaven.

The young man looked at Qin Yuan and sneered.

"A Saint King at the first level dares to participate in the selection? Are they courting death?"

Qin Yuan remained silent.

The referee gave the whistle.

The young man raised his hand and struck Qin Yuan with a palm!

The palm print was as thick as a mountain, carrying the terrifying pressure of a Saint King of the Second Level!

Qin Yuan remained silent.

He simply raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the young man.

One point out!

Soul-Shattering and Evil-Destroying Finger!

A chaotic, finger-shaped force pierced through the void, instantly shattering the palm print and disappearing into the young man's brow!

The young man's body stiffened, and the life in his eyes quickly vanished.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Then, he slowly collapsed.

One-hit kill!

The entire room fell silent!

A deafening scream erupted immediately!

"A first-level Saint King instantly kills a second-level Saint King?!"

"What kind of magical power is that finger strike? It's terrifying!"

"A chaotic-colored finger strike... Could it be that he has comprehended the laws of chaos?!"

On the high platform, the holy emperors all turned their heads to look.

The white-haired old man at the head of the group looked at Qin Yuan, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"The laws of chaos... interesting."

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

First round, victory.

The second round ended in a 100-second kill.

The third round ended in a flash.

The fourth round ended in a 100-second kill.

They crushed everything in their path.

No opponent could withstand even one move.

Qin Yuan's name began to spread throughout the entire Tian Sheng City.

"Qin Yuan from the Xuanhuang Grotto-heaven has won again!"

"Who is our opponent this time?"

"The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion Grotto-Heaven, a Saint King at the third level, is said to have a chance to break into the top ten!"

"And the result?"

"One move! Just one more move!"

"Hiss—a first-level Saint King instantly killed a third-level Saint King?! What kind of monster is this?!"

In the quarterfinals, Qin Yuan's opponent was Yan Fentian, the Holy Son of the Burning Heaven Cave.

The Holy King, Fourth Level.

One of the favorites to win the entire selection process.

The two stood on the stage.

Yan Fentian looked at Qin Yuan with a solemn expression.

"Qin Yuan, you are very strong. But the difference between the first level of Saint King and the fourth level of Saint King cannot be bridged by a single law."

Qin Yuan said calmly.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Yan Fentian's face darkened.

"court death!"

He threw a punch!

His fist's energy was like fire, capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas!

Instead of retreating, Qin Yuan advanced and met the attack with a punch!

The Great Chaos Handprint!

A gigantic hand, capable of blotting out the sky, materialized out of thin air. Chaotic energy circulated within the palm, colliding violently with the Heaven-Burning Fist!

"boom!"

Yan Fentian staggered back three steps!

Qin Yuan remained completely still!

Yan Fentian's expression changed drastically!

"How is that possible?!"

Qin Yuan didn't give him time to react.

The second punch followed immediately!

The third punch! The fourth punch! The fifth punch!

Each punch is faster and harder than the last!

Yan Fentian fought with all his might to resist, but was forced to retreat step by step!

After ten punches, he was blasted away by a single punch, crashing onto the edge of the Heavenly Saint Platform, unable to stand up again!

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

"Qin Yuan! Qin Yuan! Qin Yuan!"

Quarterfinals! Semifinals! Finals!

Qin Yuan advanced triumphantly all the way and finally stood on the stage of the finals.

His opponent was the Holy Emperor, a prodigy from the Heavenly Sacred Domain.

Saint King, Fifth Level.

He is widely recognized as the top candidate in this selection process.

The two stood facing each other.

The Holy Emperor looked at Qin Yuan with a complex expression.

"Qin Yuan, you are the strongest Saint King Level 1 I have ever seen."

Qin Yuandao.

"You're not weak either."

The Holy Emperor smiled.

"However, that's all for now."

He raised his hand, and a golden longsword appeared.

A Saint-grade superior magic weapon, the Emperor's Sword.

A single sword strike!

The sword energy, like divine punishment, tore through the void!

Qin Yuan's eyes narrowed.

He drew his Xingtian Sword and slashed down with it!

The creation of heaven and earth!

Sword energy clashed with sword energy!

"boom--!"

The entire Tian Sheng Platform was trembling!

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

Tie!

The Holy Emperor's expression was solemn.

He knew he had met his match.

But he did not back down.

He took a deep breath, and his aura surged!

The Heavenly Sacred Domain's Secret Technique: The Emperor's Nine Swords!

First sword! Second sword! Third sword!

Each sword strike is faster and heavier than the last!

Qin Yuan neither retreated nor yielded, and Xing Tian Sword met the attack head-on!

Create the world! Create the earth! Create the world!

The sword lights intertwined, unleashing a deafening roar!

After a hundred moves, the two were still evenly matched!

The emperor's forehead was covered in sweat.

He had never encountered such an opponent before.

A Saint King at the first level was actually able to fight him, a Saint King at the fifth level, to a draw!

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that Qin Yuan had not yet used his full strength.

Because of the legendary Nine Forms of the God of War, Qin Yuan only used the first eight forms.

What about the ninth move?

he does not know.

He didn't dare to gamble.

That's enough.

The Holy Emperor sheathed his sword and retreated.

Qin Yuan also sheathed his sword and looked at him.

The Holy Emperor smiled bitterly.

"I can't beat you."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The Holy Emperor voluntarily conceded defeat!

Qin Yuan sheathed the Xingtian Sword and bowed with clasped hands.

"Thank you for your concession."