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

"Since Senior Brother Qingxuan is so kind, then let's have a friendly spar."

A triumphant smile flashed in Qingxuan's eyes.

"Alright! Let's go to the training ground then."

The Hongmeng Holy Temple Martial Arts Arena, located in the center of the Holy Temple, covers an area of ​​one million feet and is entirely made of chaotic divine materials. It is surrounded by chaotic master-level defensive formations.

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

Hearing that Qingxuan was going to challenge Qin Yuan, all the guest elders and disciples of the Hongmeng Holy Temple came.

"Senior Brother Qingxuan is at the third level of the Chaos Lord realm, and has cultivated for 100,000 years. That newcomer, Qin Yuan, is only at the ninth level of the Saint Emperor realm. Isn't this bullying?"

"That's not how it works. Qin Yuan went from the first to the ninth level of the Saint Emperor realm in ten years, so his strength might far exceed his realm."

"How far can one go? The difference between a Saint Emperor and a Chaos Lord is a qualitative leap."

Amidst the murmurs, the two were already standing in the center of the training ground.

Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking confident of victory.

"Junior Brother Qin, I'll give you three moves. Within those three moves, I'll only defend and not attack."

Qin Yuan looked at him.

"No need."

Qingxuan raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? So Junior Brother Qin means..."

Qin Yuan raised his hand and struck out with a palm!

The Great Chaos Handprint!

A gigantic hand, capable of blotting out the sky, materialized out of thin air. Chaotic energy swirled within its palm, unleashing a devastating force as it slammed down upon Qingxuan!

Qingxuan's expression changed drastically!

The power of this palm strike far exceeded his expectations!

He dared not be careless and went all out, meeting the attack with a palm strike!

"boom!"

The two palms met, and a violent energy surged forth!

Qingxuan took three steps back!

Qin Yuan remained completely still!

The entire room fell silent!

A Saint Emperor at the ninth level forced back a Chaos Lord at the third level with a single palm strike?!

What kind of strength is this?!

Qingxuan's face turned ashen.

He never expected that he would be forced back by a single palm strike from a Saint Emperor at the ninth level!

"Alright! Alright! I underestimated you!"

He gritted his teeth and drew his cyan longsword.

A Chaos-level magical artifact, the Azure Profound Sword.

A single sword strike!

The sword energy descended like a clear sky, carrying the terrifying pressure of a third-level Chaos Lord!

Qin Yuan's expression remained unchanged.

He drew his Xingtian Sword and met the attack head-on!

The creation of heaven and earth!

Sword energy clashed with sword energy!

"boom!"

Qingxuan took three steps back again!

Qin Yuan remained completely still!

Two moves, two forced retreats!

Qingxuan was furious.

He held nothing back, unleashing his full power, each sword strike faster and heavier than the last!

Azure Profound Nine Swords!

First sword! Second sword! Third sword!

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 ten moves, Qingxuan's forehead was covered in sweat.

After thirty moves, his breathing began to become disordered.

After fifty moves—

Qin Yuan slashed away his Azure Profound Sword with a single sword strike, the tip of the sword stopping an inch in front of his brow!

Qingxuan stood frozen in place, his face deathly pale.

He lost.

The Chaos Lord at the third level lost to the Holy Emperor at the ninth level.

And it only took less than fifty moves.

The audience was silent.

A deafening scream erupted immediately!

"Qin Yuan won?! A Saint Emperor at the ninth level defeated a Chaos Lord at the third level?!"

"Fifty moves! Only fifty moves!"

"What kind of combat power is this?! A ninth-level Saint Emperor can crush a third-level Chaos Lord. If he reaches the Chaos Lord level, wouldn't he be able to fight a Chaos Supreme?!"

"A monster! He's a monster!"

Qin Yuan sheathed his sword, didn't even glance at Qing Xuan, and turned to leave the stage.

Behind him, Qingxuan stood still, his face a mixture of pale and ashen.

He knew that from this day forward, his reputation in the Hongmeng Temple was completely ruined.

Qin Yuan's reputation will soar to new heights.

After the battle with Qingxuan, Qin Yuan's position in the Hongmeng Holy Temple was completely secured.

No one dared to look down on him, the "new guest advisor," anymore.

Those who were initially indifferent to him began to actively seek him out.

Qin Yuan accepted all comers, but did not cultivate deep friendships with them.

He has his own path to follow and doesn't need many interpersonal relationships.

In his fiftieth year, Qin Yuan broke through to the Chaos Lord level.

On the day of the breakthrough, the entire Hongmeng Temple trembled.

The first level of Chaos Lord.

However, his combat power is enough to crush an ordinary fifth-level Chaos Lord.

Because he possesses the laws of chaos.

A system notification sounded:

[Congratulations, host, on breaking through to the first level of the Chaos Lord realm. Daily cultivation gains will be recalculated...]

[Chaos Primal Income: 1 Trillion Years/Day.]

[With the added bonuses from the Chaos Laws and the Primordial Temple, the final daily cultivation time is 10 trillion years/day.]

[Energy Points: 1500 billion + 18 trillion accumulated over fifty years = 18.15 trillion.]

Qin Yuan opened his eyes.

The first level of Chaos Lord.

There are still 250 years until the Grand Competition of Prodigies from All Realms.

That's enough for him to break through to the high-level Chaos Lord.

In the first hundred years, Qin Yuan broke through to the third level of the Chaos Lord realm.

In the second hundred years, the Chaos Lord was in his sixth realm.

In the 250th year, the Lord of Chaos ascended to the Ninth Heaven.

There are still fifty years until the Grand Competition of Prodigies from All Realms.

Qin Yuan stood in the courtyard, his aura unfathomable.

The peak of the ninth level of the Chaos Lord.

He is only one step away from becoming the Supreme Being of Chaos.

But he didn't rush to make a breakthrough.

Hongmengzi told him that the Grand Competition of Prodigies of All Realms was only open to those at the level of Chaos Lord or below. Anyone who broke through to the level of Chaos Supreme would no longer be eligible.

He intends to participate in the grand competition as the ruler of the nine heavens of chaos.

With his combat power, he could easily crush any Chaos Lord.

The numbers on the system panel are no longer countable:

[Host: Qin Yuan]

[Cultivation Level: Peak of the Ninth Level of Chaos Lord]

[Daily cultivation time: 100 trillion years/day]

[Energy Points: 18.15 trillion + 9125 trillion accumulated over 250 years = 9143.15 trillion]

[Technique: Completely Perfected]

[Supernatural Powers: All Perfected]

Fifty years later, the Grand Competition of Prodigies from All Realms will be held.

The grand competition was held at the Myriad Realms Platform in the center of Chaos City.

This is a gigantic stone platform with a diameter of tens of millions of feet, made entirely of chaotic divine crystals, with layers upon layers of stands around it, enough to hold billions of people.

At this moment, the stands were already packed with people.

Representatives from the three thousand great worlds and countless small worlds, supreme beings and gods from all realms, and countless cultivators who came to watch the spectacle, numbered in the hundreds of billions.

Ten figures sat on the high platform.

That was the world lord of one of the top ten great worlds in the myriad realms.

Each and every one of them is at the peak of the Chaos Supreme.

In the center of the ten people, there was another figure that was faintly visible.

The Primordial God Lord.

An existence at the level of a Chaos God.

Qin Yuan stood in the ranks of the Hongmeng Holy Temple, his gaze sweeping over the Supreme Beings and God Lords, finally settling on that faintly visible figure.

The Primordial God Lord.

That was his next target.

"clang--"

The bell rang.

Hongmengzi flew to the center of the Myriad Realms Platform and said loudly.

"The Grand Competition of Prodigies from All Realms shall now begin. The rules are as follows: battles will be decided by drawing lots, with the winners advancing and the losers being eliminated. The top ten will be able to enter the Primordial Holy Temple for cultivation. The champion will even become a personal disciple of the Primordial God Lord."

"Now, draw lots!"

Qin Yuan stepped forward to draw lots.

The number drawn was: 137,211.

His first opponent drew the number: 986,432.

Round one, begin.

Qin Yuan stood on the stage, facing a young man at the seventh level of the Chaos Lord realm, who came from a certain great world.

The young man looked at Qin Yuan and sneered.