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In the east of the floating platform, it was said that initially only the sixteen cultivators at the Golden Core Stage would participate in the hunt together.
The most brutal aspect of that competition was not just the random pairing of opponents; rather, the battles would not cease from the very beginning. Even if there were brief moments of rest, there would be no time to fully recover. If one wished to continue fighting, they could endlessly seek breakthroughs.
It began.
Tan Siyuan had just taken a Recovery Pill when he hurriedly entered the arena. In the first round, everyone would take their positions immediately. There were thirty-two participants and only sixteen slots available, making it truly challenging to stand out after three rounds of competition. Without sufficient strength, relying solely on luck would not suffice; after all, as the rounds progressed, the opponents would become increasingly formidable.
Keep going.
Believe in yourself.
Cheers of encouragement echoed from the stands as many cultivators from the World of Mortals who had been eliminated rallied for their friends. After all, the Six Major Sects had previously conducted statistics at different times regarding whether cultivators who had left Dong Lai had fallen early or managed to break through to the Transcendence Realm. Thus, regardless of whether one was a Loose Cultivator or part of a Super Sect, those who valued the Eastern Peak Demonstration surpassed others. Even in the Sky East Tournament, there were cultivators from the Ninth Underworld who could not represent the future of the World of Mortals.
Slowly floating in the Red Cloud at the center of the platform were names of cultivators being displayed. When Tan Siyuan and Wang Yu found their respective arenas, both were momentarily stunned.
How could this be?
Oh no.
The two had ended up in the same Arena—was this really happening?
The people in the academy looked on with some regret at the two of them. Even at their strongest, neither could truly match Liu Dong, leaving everyone at a loss.
But it wasn't all bad; at least one of them could still reach Liu Dong.
Wang Yu, a girl not much older than the others, had spent most of her time in the Outer Court. Unlike Tan Siyuan, she didn’t feel that same sense of urgency. Gu Ping understood Tan Siyuan's feelings and decided to bring along the seemingly carefree girl who was actually burdened with something deeper.
Everyone wanted to grow stronger, they sighed inwardly. Wang Yu could see the urgency in Tan Siyuan’s heart; the outcome of that battle had been predetermined from the start.
What was the difference between sparring with fellow disciples? Wang Yu continuously fed Tan Siyuan advice, pointing out her shortcomings like a caring senior sister, concerned for Tan Siyuan’s progress and future.
Tan Siyuan looked at Wang Yu and knew that she too must have wanted to participate in the hunt, but she chose to give it up. At this moment, Bu Luo was also delaying time for Tan Siyuan, trying to buy her more time to recover her Revitalizing Power.
Around them, the platform had long since concluded its matches; everyone had exhausted their spiritual energy. Most participants had opted for a single decisive move, except for Tan Siyuan and Wang Yu, who were engaged in a careful exchange of techniques without using any spiritual energy—like two martial artists sparring rather than cultivators.
It was time to end this.
Wang Yu smiled and turned her sword backward. Taking advantage of Tan Siyuan's intense focus, she made a move that would lead to her defeat.
More than just a demonstration.
In that moment, Tan Siyuan's eyes glistened with tears. That demonstration completely transformed her perspective as an Outer Sect Disciple; her view of the Outer Court cultivators had changed entirely.
Gone were the days of disdain and contempt; in their place was a sense of kindness, humility, and care. Tan Siyuan felt fortunate to have met Liu Lao Jiu and even luckier to be part of the academy.
She knew that she had not encountered the aristocratic disciples of previous years, but rather those from Gu Ping who would never be arrogant. They had their own ideals and aspirations, and they could better understand the hearts of others.
Congratulations to the sixteen talented cultivators from Dong Lai, hailing from various regions of the World of Mortals. Tomorrow, we will prove our strength there, and we will face even greater challenges at the Eastern Extreme Hunt. It will be a place where miracles may occur, so let them wait and see.
After the sixteen, there would be no competition for first or second place; it would lose its meaning. Everyone who remained in Dong Lai after three rounds would be regarded as having equal talent. Although everyone knew that each person's gifts were different, once they left that stage, the most significant determining factor would not be their innate talent but rather their experiences and insights.
That place would be where we hunt. What we seek is to find something within it, something that could appear anywhere.
The Eastern Elder embraced the heavens and earth with his legs. A massive cloud condensed into a vertical lake surface. Through the rippling water, it seemed as if another world existed within.
Everyone, are we ready?
Led by Xiao Zhang, the leader of the Dao Sect's disciples, they set off towards the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm. One by one, all the Golden Core cultivators disappeared into the rippling waters of the lake, and soon echoes of their presence resonated across the surface.
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