Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

Chu Yunxiao

Chu Yunxiao sped along like a drawn sword, leaving a straight trail across the grassland.

He didn't take any of the treasures, not even glancing at them.

"No matter how good the peripheral things are, they can't be that good." He sneered inwardly. "The inheritance of heaven and man is my goal. Let whoever wants these petty gains take them."

His speed was astonishing; wherever he went, the restrictions were left far behind before they could even be activated. Occasionally, a restriction would be triggered by his aura, and flames, frost, and lightning would attack from all directions, but they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Someone spotted him from afar and exclaimed, "Chu Yunxiao! Get out of the way!"

A group of prodigies who were picking medicinal herbs hurriedly dodged aside, afraid of blocking his way.

Chu Yunxiao ignored him completely and swept past. His gaze remained fixed ahead, as if something there was calling to him.

"The legacy of the Celestial Giant is mine," he whispered to himself, his eyes burning with ambition. "Anyone who dares to take it from me will die."

Li Tianxing

Li Tian walked through a swamp, his feet sinking into the black mud, making a "glug glug" sound.

The surrounding area was shrouded in a thick, almost solidified toxic fog, filled with a pungent, putrid stench. An ordinary person would die from poisoning after just one breath here, but Li Tianxing seemed to be enjoying it, taking a deep breath of the toxic fog with an expression of ecstasy on his face.

"Such thick miasma." He licked his lips, his purple pupils gleaming with excitement through the mist. "Heavenly Demonic Art, devour it!"

He circulated his internal energy, and the poisonous mist surrounding him was drawn into his body as if by an invisible vortex. He refined the essence within the poisonous mist, transforming it into strands of pure internal energy that flowed into his dantian.

"One day of cultivation here is equivalent to ten days outside," Li Tianxing murmured, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "What a wonderful place."

Just then, the mud in front of them suddenly exploded, and a huge swamp crocodile leaped out of the mud. The crocodile was at least three zhang long, its body covered with dark brown scales, and a row of sharp white teeth was exposed in its blood-red mouth. A foul stench wafted over.

A master-level monster.

The crocodile opened its mouth wide and pounced on Li Tianxing with astonishing speed.

Li Tianxing neither dodged nor evaded, and the smile on his face didn't even change. He raised his right hand and casually struck out with his palm.

The palm strike carried a black demonic energy, like a giant net enveloping the crocodile. The demonic energy instantly seeped into the crocodile's mouth, nose, and the gaps in its scales, beginning to devour its flesh and blood.

The crocodile let out a piercing roar, its massive body thrashing violently, splashing mud everywhere. But after only a few breaths, its struggles grew weaker and weaker, its scales began to corrode, and its flesh began to melt away.

Moments later, the crocodile turned into a puddle of pus and was completely swallowed by Li Tianxing.

"A Grandmaster-level demon beast, tastes pretty good." He licked his lips, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his purple pupils. "Much better than those useless geniuses outside."

He continued walking, that dangerous smile always playing on his lips.

武曌

Wu Zetian was a lone wolf, always alone with her sword.

She didn't deliberately search for treasures, nor did she deliberately avoid restrictions. Her strategy was simple—if she encountered a restriction, she would cleave it open with a single strike; if she encountered a trap, she would simply crush it.

She left a trail of chaos in her wake.

On the grassland, she cleaved a flame barrier in two with a single stroke, scattering flames that scorched large swathes of grass, filling the air with the smell of burning.

"That's it?" Wu Zetian curled her lip, sheathed her sword, and continued forward.

She braved a lightning barrier as she walked through the forest. Thick arcs of lightning leaped and crackled across her body, making her hair stand on end, but she paid no heed and even quickened her pace.

"Scratching isn't enough," she muttered.

Her blood and energy flowed like a dragon, and her physical strength far surpassed that of others of the same level. This level of lightning was no different from static electricity to her.

Someone who witnessed this from afar gasped, "Is this woman... even human?"

Wu Zetian's ears twitched, and she turned to look at the man, grinning, "What did you say?"

The man's face turned deathly pale, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "N-nothing! Spare me, heroine!"

Wu Zetian snorted, withdrew her gaze, and strode forward.

Her goals were clear—to be among the top 100 in the first round, to slay the monsters in the second, and to ascend the Heavenly Ladder in the third. Step by step, she would crush her way through, and whoever stood in her way would die.

The four sword masters of the Four Extremes Sword Sect

The four sword disciples of the Four Extremes Sword Sect moved together, their four figures moving as one, their coordination astonishing.

Xie Changkong, the Sword Master of the Eastern Pole, walked at the forefront, unleashing the Azure Wood Sword Technique. His swordplay was inexhaustible, like a spring breeze and gentle rain. His swordsmanship appeared gentle, yet it contained a continuous flow of life force and killing intent. He dispelled the restrictions in front of him one by one, turning them into specks of azure light that dissipated.

"Watch out on the left," Ye Guhong, the Sword Master of the Western Regions, suddenly said.

His voice was soft, but Xie Changkong reacted immediately. An invisible wind blade attacked from the left, but Xie Changkong spun his longsword, and the Azure Wood Sword Qi shredded the wind blade.

At the same time, Ye Guhong drew his longsword, unleashing the unparalleled Gengjin Sword Technique, shattering all three traps that suddenly appeared on the right. The sword light flashed and disappeared, so fast it was almost invisible.

"The right side is cleared." Ye Guhong sheathed his sword, his tone indifferent.

Meng Hanshuang, the Sword Master of Antarctica, covered the rear, her Blazing Fire Sword Technique blazing like fire. She remained silent, her longsword flashing continuously, each streak of fiery red sword energy incinerating the poisonous mist and ice spikes attacking from behind.

Ouyang Xue, the Arctic Swordswoman, stood in the center, her Xuanbing Sword Technique exuding a chilling aura. She lowered the temperature around the four of them to freezing point; any approaching hidden weapons or poisonous mist would be frozen and then burned to nothingness by Meng Hanshuang's flames.

The four of them moved forward like a precise machine, crushing everything in their path without leaving any flaws.

"Senior Brother, what place do you think we can get?" Ouyang Xue suddenly asked, her voice clear and cheerful, with a touch of girlish liveliness.

"First," Xie Changkong said without turning his head.

"So confident?" Ouyang Xue laughed. "I've heard that Chu Yunxiao, that madman, is incredibly fast."

"What's the use of running fast?" Ye Guhong said calmly. "What matters in the Great Tomb isn't speed, but strength."

"That's true." Ouyang Xue nodded, then turned to Meng Hanshuang, "Third Senior Sister, say something, it's so boring not saying anything."

Meng Hanshuang glanced at her and coldly uttered two words: "Focus."

Ouyang Xue stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

In the distance, a rogue cultivator, witnessing the four's coordinated attack, felt a sense of awe and whispered to his companion, "The Four Extremes Sword Formation truly lives up to its name. These four combined could probably hold their own against even a Grandmaster at the third level."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let them hear you."