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

not to mention.

This girl's talent and ruthless nature are both top-notch. If the inheritance is truly given to her, she can indeed shoulder the heavy responsibility of avenging herself.

"Can."

An aged voice, tinged with helplessness, echoed from inside the hall.

The Buddhist chanter nodded slightly.

Then.

She took a step.

Heading towards that terrifying, bone-corroding demonic array.

No protective aura was erected.

No magic weapons were used.

She walked in calmly.

Chi Chi Chi.

The violent demonic energy, powerful enough to tear apart the Boundless Realm, touched the hem of her clothes the instant it did so.

It was then enveloped by a faint, ethereal killing law belonging to the ancient Geng Metal White Tiger.

Silent cutting.

Annihilated into nothingness.

As if walking on flat ground.

In just a few breaths.

Fan Yin then passed through the magic circle and stood at the very front of the square.

Even the rhythm of his breathing remained unchanged.

The entire room fell silent.

A deep sense of despair spread through the crowd.

In the eyes of many, it has even lost its luster.

inherited.

Only one person can obtain it.

just now.

A Saintess at the peak of the Town Realm has made her move!

How can we play like this?

Are you really going to risk your life competing with the top experts in the town for this opportunity?!

……

"The magic array test is over."

Mo Yuan's voice echoed across the square at just the right moment.

It broke the deathly silence.

"A total of 312 people passed."

Rumble.

A violent earthquake shook the ground.

The obsidian floor in the center of the square cracks gently to both sides.

Ten enormous arenas slowly rose from the ground.

The formation flowed, isolating it from all external interference.

"Round Two"

"Real combat."

midair.

Elder Mo Yuan's aged, emotionless voice resounded like muffled thunder.

"The rules are simple."

"One-on-one, the winner advances, the loser is eliminated."

"Life and death are irrelevant."

"Only the top ten."

Only then will they be qualified to enter the inner palace and undergo my final test.

Top ten!

These two words were uttered.

The square instantly erupted in chaos.

The oppressive silence was completely shattered by a gasp of cold air.

Three hundred and twelve people.

Only the top ten!

The elimination rate is as high as 97%!

If it were just a regular selection process, this ratio, while brutal, wouldn't be enough to drive anyone to despair.

but.

To know.

The 312 people present had varying levels of cultivation.

The scale of the difference is outrageous.

The lowest level is the Evolutionary Heaven Realm.

The largest group consisted of nearly two hundred people.

Above that is the Cave Heaven Realm.

There were about seventy or eighty people.

Above that is the Realm of Origin.

There were about a dozen people, led by Jin Li, who were pure-blooded ancient descendants.

There were also several people from the Zhenyu Realm.

And at the very top.

She was the saintess, Fan Yin, standing at the very front of the square, dressed in a black dress with a serene expression.

The peak of the Town Realm!

This chaotic battle spanned four major realms.

How do I play?

What can we use to fight?

"What the hell are you doing...?"

A wolf demon at the mid-stage of the Heavenly Realm had a deathly pale face and his voice was trembling.

"Top ten?"

"The Holy Maiden has reserved one spot by herself."

"There aren't enough spots left for all the pure-blooded cultivators at the Origin Realm!"

"What are we, at the Heavenly Transformation Realm, supposed to do up there? Be cannon fodder?"

despair.

Like a plague, it spread rapidly among the lower-level cultivators.

The underlying logic of the cultivation world is the suppression of cultivation realms.

If you're just a minor realm below a certain level, you can make up for it with cultivation techniques and magical treasures.

There's a huge gap between them, like an insurmountable chasm.

What's more, what if they're two or three major realms apart?

The crushing power of the laws of the Cave Heaven Realm and the world power of the Origin Realm.

Even the slightest leak of his aura would be enough to crush a Heavenly Realm cultivator's body into mincemeat.

"I abstain!"

A demonic cultivator at the late stage of the Heavenly Transformation Realm gritted his teeth and crushed the jade token in his hand.

The jade tablet transformed into a stream of light, enveloping him and teleporting him directly out of the Transmission Hall's area.

Faced with such an overwhelming disparity in strength, there was no hope of victory.

With the first person taking the lead...

Followed by.

"I'm also abstaining!"

"I'm not fighting anymore, there's no way we can fight like this!"

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of jade pendants shattering echoed throughout the square.

Large numbers of cultivators at the Evolutionary Heaven Realm, and even some at the early stage of the Cave Heaven Realm, chose to retreat.

In the short time it takes for half an incense stick to burn.

Of the original 312 people, more than half left.

There are fewer than one hundred people left.

Su Yu stood in the crowd.

He wore a long, coarse gray-black robe, with dark purple dragon scales faintly visible around his neck.

He watched the monks who were constantly being teleported away.

His expression was calm.

Silence fell.

He was weighing his options.

Your cultivation level is too low.

He was currently pretending to be at the peak of the Yantian Realm.

If we really have to compete for those top ten spots.

This means that he will inevitably have to face off against those pure-blooded individuals at the Cave Heaven Realm or even the Origin Realm.

At that time.

Should I reveal my cultivation level?

A glint of light flashed in Su Yu's deep eyes.

It can be exposed.

After all, his current identity as "Long Yu" has a clean background.

In order to survive, it's reasonable to be cautious and hide one's true cultivation level, right?

but.

What level of strength will they reveal?

Su Yu frowned slightly.

We'll see.

He doesn't want to expose himself unless absolutely necessary.

The deeper you hide your trump card, the more deadly it becomes.

Having an extra layer of identity means having an extra set of cards to play.

Su Yu made a decision.

He loosened his grip on the jade pendant.

"You didn't leave?"

A surprised voice came from the side.

Qinglin turned her head and looked at Su Yu, who was still standing in the same place.

Those vertical pupils were filled with disbelief.

She originally thought that after seeing such a huge difference in strength, this random underling would definitely run away immediately.

After all, even a peak-level cultivator in the Heavenly Realm wouldn't be enough to fill a tooth gap here.

"Long Yu".

Qinglin leaned closer and lowered her voice.

There was no hint of sarcasm in his tone, only a sense of concern among the lower-class, mixed-race individuals who huddled together for warmth.

"Take my advice."

"This is real combat, not a joke. It's a matter of life and death; people really can die."

Qinglin pointed to the few pure-blooded beings at the Origin Realm in the distance.

"See that?"

"Those guys always look down on us mixed-bloods. If we meet in the ring, they won't hold back; they'll tear us to shreds."

"While your Yuanlong clan's bloodline is quite strong, its resilience might not be that great."

Qinglin sighed.

"Where there's life, there's hope."

"You have good talent. Go to the outer sect as a handyman and work your way up. You'll eventually get ahead."

"There's no need to throw your life away here!"

Su Yu looked at Qing Lin.

This female dragon with mottled bloodlines, though somewhat carefree in personality, is not a bad person at heart.

In the Demonic Sect, a place where the strong prey on the weak and where selfishness reigns supreme.

They can even offer advice to a complete stranger they've just met.

It's hard to come by.

Su Yu carefully considered his tone.

His voice was calm, revealing a stubbornness and forbearance characteristic of a low-level cultivator.

I want to give it a try.

Fortune favors the bold.

"If you don't even have the courage to draw your sword, then you're destined to be a menial servant for the rest of your life."