After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

Therefore, with this breakthrough, the effects of her Yang Body and the Fox Clan's secret techniques became apparent.

At this moment, she has already entered the Nascent Soul stage!

"That way, at least I've caught up with that old woman, and she can no longer use her higher cultivation level to suppress me..."

Just as Bai Yuxi was feeling smug about getting there first,

A seemingly insignificant gaze brought with it a solid sword intent, which struck directly onto the arena not far away!

Seeing that silver-white flying sword, and that familiar sword intent.

The little fox's lips twitched slightly.

"Depend on."

It turned out that Ding Wan had arrived long ago.

She did not join the crowd of rogue cultivators, but sat alone in her seat, not associating with anyone, like a lotus flower emerging from the mud, untainted by its surroundings.

But standing out from the crowd inevitably attracts unwanted attention and harassment.

Sure enough, a foolish disciple from a powerful clan, after being clearly rejected, still tried to reach out and touch Ding Wan.

A terrifying sword intent erupted instantly, sending a chill down the spines of all the cultivators present.

"Sword intent, it's sword intent!!"

"She can't be more than a hundred years old, can she? Such a young Nascent Soul cultivator?!"

"This is terrible, this is terrible..."

The spoiled young master was so frightened that he ran away in terror, and no one dared to approach Ding Wan again.

Everyone looked at this aloof woman with awe.

Among them, of course, were cultivators from Beiju Luzhou.

They all knew the title of 'Master of Qingyun Peak', and couldn't help but straighten their backs a bit.

"This female sword immortal's talent is outstanding even in the Central Immortal Continent."

"I wonder whose guest she is? This family can at least secure a place in the top three."

Among the high-ranking members of aristocratic families, many have already begun to investigate Ding Wan's background.

"I don't know, I've only heard that they came from Beiju Luzhou."

"No wonder! On the Tianyuan Continent, the strength of the Northern Continent is closest to ours."

"The winner of this grand event will be granted entry to the third floor of the Royal Library, and the top ten will all receive a personal audience with His Highness the Fourth Prince!"

"Your Highness the Fourth Prince, that is the number one genius in the Central Continent, a Void Refinement stage cultivator who is not even a hundred years old!"

"It's a pity that His Highness was injured during his breakthrough a few days ago, otherwise he might have been able to take the stage in person..."

Discussions rose and fell, spreading among the crowd.

At this moment, it is the tallest building in the capital.

On the Star-Picking Tower.

A figure stood by the railing, looking down at the bustling megacity below.

The fourth prince, Mu Jun, sat in a wheelchair, his face pale, with a thin blanket covering his legs.

His gaze was calm and still, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Your Highness, everything is proceeding according to plan," a thin man dressed in black whispered from behind.

Mu Jun nodded slightly.

"Is everything ready at Tingyu Tower?"

"The Lord himself is leading the team, with all the elite troops deployed," the man in black replied. "We await His Highness's signal."

"What about Fire Cloud Valley?"

"Senior Yan Liezi has already contacted his former subordinates, and all the lords of the Northern Territory have responded."

Mu Jun remained silent for a moment.

"Is there still no news from the Empress Dowager?"

The man in black shook his head and whispered, "The Phoenix Palace is empty except for that sword slave guarding outside. Your Highness, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

Mu Jun did not respond.

He gazed at the bustling crowd below, at the cultivators from various continents, and a faint smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Yes, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

He gently patted the armrest of the wheelchair, suppressing the urge to stand up.

After a long silence, Mu Jun, his face solemn, murmured:

"Father, I have finally seen... hope."

……

at the same time.

In an inconspicuous teahouse in the western part of the capital.

The private room on the second floor of the teahouse had its doors and windows tightly closed and was shrouded in a protective array.

Five people were sitting inside the room.

Leading the group was a middle-aged woman, dressed in a purple silk dress, with charming eyes and a constant smile on her lips.

She is none other than the owner of Tingyu Tower, Zi Luosha.

Two elderly men sat on either side of her.

On one side was a secret envoy from the northern lords, a middle-aged man with a sinister face and a hint of demonic aura.

There is another one, the former master of Fire Cloud Valley.

Yan Liezi.

"Everyone," said Zi Luosha, her voice charming and melodious, "it's almost time."

"Is the news of the Empress Dowager's disappearance confirmed?" the middle-aged man asked in a low voice.

“Confirmed.” Zi Luosha nodded. “That woman has not shown herself for many days, and the Phoenix Palace has not even been lit.”

The man nodded, but still frowned slightly: "Could it be a trap?"

The Purple Rakshasa laughed.

"So what if it's a trap?" she said slowly. "Even if the Empress Dowager returns now, it's too late."

"All forces are in position, waiting for the signal from the Crown Prince, and the capital will be ours."

The middle-aged man beside him remained silent, but a glint of shrewdness seemed to flash in his eyes.

"According to the Fourth Prince, her cultivation level has been suppressed by a magic weapon, and it is now only one-tenth of what it used to be. As long as we unite all the cultivators... we will surely win this battle."

The few present were at least at the Integration Stage, and the Listening Rain Pavilion Master was even half a step into the Tribulation Transcending Stage.

It's impossible for them to be completely suppressed by a weak empress dowager, right?

Even the 'knife' under her command no longer obeyed her.

It was merely the last gasp of a spent force.

Beside him, Yan Liezi said in a deep voice, "I only wish to rebuild the mountain gate and restore its former glory. I have no other desires."

Zi Luosha looked at him and smiled.

"Rest assured, Valley Master Yan, His Highness said that the revenge for Fire Cloud Valley will be taken. No one who slaughtered you back then will escape."

A flash of hatred crossed Yan Liezi's eyes, and he nodded emphatically.

Zi Luosha stood up, walked to the window, pushed it open a crack, and looked at the bustling crowd outside.

"The entire Central Immortal Continent has been shrouded in her shadow for far too long."

"We must overthrow her and establish a new order."

After a passionate and inspiring mobilization.

"Then it's settled."

The middle-aged man said in a low voice, "The day the grand event ends will be the day we make our move."

The five people inside looked at each other and smiled.

Those smiles... each had a deeper meaning.

In this game, who is the real player?

It is still unknown.

The main venue for the grand event was located in the 'Martial Arts Arena' in the center of the imperial capital.

This is a huge circular building that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

In the center was a arena with a diameter of 100 feet, surrounded by layers of formations to prevent the aftershocks of the battle from injuring the spectators.

Today is the first day of the grand event, and also the day of the preliminary rounds for cultivators from various continents.

On the arena, two figures are engaged in a fierce battle.

One of them was a swordsman from the Eastern Continent, whose swordsmanship was sharp and powerful.

On the other side were martial arts practitioners from the southern border, whose fists and feet were fierce and powerful, and whose fighting style was solid and straightforward.

Both were at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and their battle was so fierce that it drew cheers from the crowd.

On the stands, representatives of various powerful families sat in the VIP seats, sipping fine tea and commenting on the performances of those on stage.

In the Qin family mansion, Qin Yi sat upright in the front row, her face cold and aloof.

Behind her sat Uncle Liu and several of Qin's retainers.

At the table in the Hu residence, Hu Zhilan, dressed in a peach-red silk dress and adorned with jewels, was chatting and laughing with several close female friends.

"Look at that swordsman from the Eastern Continent, he's so handsome!"