Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Listening to the exclamations and praises of the inner disciples around him about Lin Yan's "two million source blood".

Su Yu, standing at the edge of the square, frowned slightly.

It seems that the news that I possess 5.04 million drops of flawless source blood, a 100,000-fold increase in cultivation technique, and the intent of the Dao Transformation Spear has not yet reached Tongtian Peak from the outer sect.

News ultimately needs time to spread and develop.

I've only been learning for less than half a day.

The elders in the outer plaza, whose worldviews had been shattered, were probably still processing that absurd fact.

"The Second Elder's suggestion to hold lectures is indeed a risk-free and highly profitable business."

Su Yu secretly made his own plans.

"But the essence of business logic lies in traffic."

"If you're not famous enough, you won't have that sensational effect of being known throughout the entire clan."

"Even if I set up a stage and give a lecture, and the ticket price is very low, the Star Stones I can earn will still be limited."

Not in a hurry.

Let's take a look at the situation of this Tower of Babel.

Su Yu composed himself, raised his head, and turned his gaze to the huge light screen floating in mid-air.

Know yourself and the enemy.

Since Lin Yan is the Grand Elder's personal disciple, he is a strong contender for first place in the inner sect competition three months later.

This is a good opportunity to find out the strength of the top talents in the inner sect.

Inside the light curtain.

The first floor of the Tower of Babel.

This is a desolate, lifeless ruin of the starry sky.

In the center of the ruins, a projection of a colossal star beast, over a thousand feet in size and covered in thick, dark purple scales, roared deafeningly.

A black hole-level early-stage cosmic behemoth!

Even if it's just a projection formed by an array.

The sheer physical pressure emanating from the light barrier caused many of the weaker inner disciples in the plaza to turn pale and stop breathing.

however.

Facing this enormous creature.

Standing in front of the giant beast, Lin Yan's expression was cold and resolute, showing no sign of backing down.

He was dressed in a black outfit, his arms bare, revealing clearly defined muscles.

He held a large, unsharpened, jet-black heavy sword, about the size of a door panel, upside down in his hand.

hum!

A layer of eerie, dark red flames suddenly rose from Lin Yan's body.

Even the surrounding void was visibly distorted under the scorching of the dark red flames.

"cut!"

Lin Yan let out a low shout.

He suddenly exerted force with both legs, and his whole body shot into the sky like a cannonball.

He gripped the heavy sword tightly with both hands, and the dark red flames transformed it into a raging fire blade a hundred feet long.

It crashed down towards the head of the star beast!

puff!

There is no suspense.

That projection of a black hole-level early-stage cosmic behemoth, supposedly invincible in terms of physical strength.

Under this powerful and heavy sword strike, it was cleanly and decisively split in two from head to toe!

Its enormous body instantly disintegrated, turning into countless specks of light.

Sold out instantly!

A burst of cheers erupted in the square, as if the sea of ​​clouds had been overturned.

"That's incredible!"

"One sword strike instantly kills an early-stage black hole-level behemoth!"

"Senior Brother Lin Yan is awesome!"

midair.

The Grand Elder, dressed in a gray robe, stood with his hands behind his back.

Hearing the cheers of his disciples below, he stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes filled with undisguised pride and smugness.

He looked around and began to explain in a loud voice.

"The cultivation technique that Yan'er practices is a fragment that I found in an ancient ruin, called the Eight Desolations Burning Heaven Technique."

"Although it's only a fragment, the amplification is an astonishing three thousand times!"

The Grand Elder's voice echoed above Tongtian Peak, carrying a hint of smugness.

"And that's combined with his solid foundation of two million drops of source blood."

"And the cosmic flame he barely managed to subdue after going through countless near-death experiences—'Netherworld Blood Flame'."

"These mere star beasts on the first level are nothing to worry about."

Several inner sect elders around nodded in agreement.

"The Elder's teaching is excellent!"

"A Hengxing level cultivator with two million drops of Origin Blood can not only suppress the desire to break through, but also unleash such terrifying combat power."

"Such a foundation is second to none even within the entire inner sect!"

He was showered with praise.

The Grand Elder was extremely pleased, and his smile grew even brighter.

And at the edge of the square.

Su Yu listened to the Grand Elder's explanation, seemingly lost in thought.

"A fragment amplified three thousand times, two million drops of source blood..."

Su Yu silently assessed the situation in his mind.

To be fair, without the help of a system panel, it would be incredibly difficult for an ordinary person to cultivate their foundation to this level. Lin Yan's strength is absolutely outstanding in conventional terms.

No wonder the Grand Elder was so proud.

But understanding is one thing.

Just thinking about his 5.04 million drops of flawless source blood, and his cultivation technique with a 100,000-fold amplification to the Great Perfection realm...

Su Yu could only shake his head helplessly in his heart.

I'm such a cheater, I'm on a completely different level from them.

After a moment's thought, Su Yu continued to look at the light screen.

The screen flashed.

Lin Yan has already stepped into the second level of the Tower of Babel.

The environment here has been transformed into a chaotic, fragmented meteorite belt.

This time.

What appeared before him was no longer a mindless cosmic behemoth.

Instead, it was a humanoid creature clad in tattered armor, holding a rusty spear upside down in its hand.

The creature reeked of blood and its eyes were bloodshot.

"It's the battle mark of the ancient Asura race!"

In the square, a well-informed deacon exclaimed in surprise.

The Grand Elder's expression also hardened slightly at this moment, and he lost his previous ease.

"The ancient Asura race was born for war."

The elder explained in a deep voice.

"They are born with the ability to touch the laws of killing."

"Although the strength of this mark is suppressed to the early stage of the Black Hole level, its true combat power is definitely approaching the mid-stage of the Black Hole level!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Inside the light curtain.

The Asura clan mark made absolutely no sound.

His figure flashed.

It transformed directly into a streak of crimson lightning, almost invisible to the naked eye, instantly traversing a distance of thousands of feet.

Appearing in front of Lin Yan!

The rusty spear thrust straight out without any fancy moves.

Click!

Wherever the spear passed, space shattered like a fragile mirror!

So fast!

Lin Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had no time to dodge and could only instinctively raise the black, blunt heavy sword in his hand and hold it horizontally in front of his chest.

clang--!!!

A deafening metallic clang echoed through the entire square via the light screen.

Lin Yan felt an overwhelming, high-dimensional force surge through the sword and forcefully into his arms.

puff!

The tiger's mouth instantly split open, and blood splattered everywhere.

Lin Yan was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

He crashed into more than a dozen huge meteorites behind him before he could barely steady himself.

"Pfft!"

Lin Yan knelt on one knee in the void and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face turned ashen.

So strong!

The ancient alien race's mastery of laws and combat instincts are simply incomparable to ordinary star beasts.

Although he has two million source blood and a three-thousand-fold increase in cultivation technique.

However, it still seems extremely inadequate in the face of such a killing law that is close to the mid-stage of a black hole.

Swish!

The Asura clan mark gave Lin Yan no chance to breathe.

A crimson lightning bolt ripped through the void once more, and the spear, carrying the aura of death, hurtled straight toward Lin Yan's brow!

on the square.

All the inner disciples were on tenterhooks.

The Grand Elder frowned deeply, his fingers already gripping the array runes beneath his wide sleeves.

Be prepared to forcibly teleport Lin Yan out at any time to prevent him from suffering irreversible damage.

however.

Nobody knows.