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I'm afraid it might just be a beast. The camera merely swept over the unfamiliar figure of Yu Shan Lun, and Hong Yulong had already made his judgment.
Hmm, it might not just be Tianpeng, could it?
Tianpeng, how could Coco—something that only exists in the Celestial Realm—appear there?
Have I really seen the Mountain Giant?
Xiao Zhang's loud exclamations were silenced by a single remark from Hong Yulong. Though he couldn't believe it, with the Mountain Giant already appearing, seeing another divine beast like Tianpeng wouldn't be too surprising. Those two were powerful beasts; perhaps they were spirit animals nurtured by some immortal.
The stewards of Universe Hall remained in their secret chamber, watching the match through the images transmitted from within. Even though they had known the general outcome an hour before the competition, seeing those ancient beasts now brought a different light to their eyes.
For them, many might spend their entire lives without making any breakthroughs. Among the twenty stewards, if even one could ascend to immortality, it would be a stroke of luck; who would dare to ask for more?
But the two Great Demon beasts before them were different. Even if the Mountain Giant and Tianpeng had grown up in the mortal realm, after reaching maturity, they would at least possess the realm of a Celestial Being. They were born and nurtured without needing to strive for cultivation.
Regarding that misalignment, how could I overlook those two little Golden Core Stage kids? Especially that Jiang; clearly an ordinary Peak of Golden Core. It had been ages since anyone had thought of such talents like those little guys before him. Perhaps the great struggle was about to begin.
If I were to say anything about understanding the battle situation, no one could surpass that seemingly half-closed-eyed Cosmic Palace Master before me. This sentiment truly expressed what was felt—there was a sense of Talents Emerge in Every Generation that stirred nostalgia.
As for inquiries, aside from Shen Shixing, who else could there be?
Could Jiang Anbo's path have reached its end? After all, with his Golden Core Mid-Stage cultivation, it seemed somewhat lacking.
"That Jiang, I don't deny it. The Peak of Golden Core has eliminated Xiao Zhang, and Hong Yulong, I don't deny it. In the early stages of Nascent Soul, having just broken through for less than three months, he can already contend with Ye Youluo. Does Ru Ming's Daoist brother really underestimate the Golden Core and Nascent Soul?"
Although Shen Shixing's words were not entirely wrong, they were aimed directly at the rotating steward from Cheng Dao Sect. This made the steward, whose skin was a bit thin, flush with embarrassment but unable to refute. In the Misalignment, there wasn't a single cultivator from Cheng Dao Sect present. As the legitimate Cheng Dao Sect of Sky East Dao Gate, how could they afford to lose face like this? This might be the most dismal performance in the history of the Sky East Tournament. Even during the lowest point of Cheng Dao Sect, they had never failed to send at least one cultivator to participate in the Third Realm.
"You're joking," someone said. "That Tian Di Dong, Bu Luo—just a Ye Youluo, a Jiang, and a Hong Yulong. If everyone could act as irrationally as they do, wouldn't that throw Tiandong into chaos?" Shen Shixing proudly declared that no one could fail to see through his little schemes; he wanted to raise expectations only to suppress them first. Soon after, Shen Shixing began to praise the two he favored. Such things had been seen too many times; everyone was already accustomed to it.
After the first realm concluded, the Wen Ren from the academy reported on the Nine Nether Invasion. Seven days had passed since Ru Ming's incident, but what had originally happened? The Hall Master suddenly asked a question that left many unsure how to respond. After all, the Nine Nether Invasion involved more than just one or two families. Universe Hall and Ru Ming were far from being able to control the entire Dust Realm. If it weren't for the Nine Nether Invasion, Universe Hall likely wouldn't have enough time to expand its influence in Dust Realm. If the various Daoist Sects in Dust Realm did not unite, it would be difficult to resist the Ninth Underworld's assault.
Seven days was too short; after all, long before the Battle of Good and Evil and Mei Luo's time, cross-continental Teleportation Arrays had long ceased to exist. Thus multiple transmissions could not be conducted easily; it would require some time for coordination.
"How much time do we need?"
"A month."
"A month?" Everyone was taken aback. In another month, the Sky East Tournament would already be over; by then, the Ninth Underworld might have reached the borders of Great Qin Empire. It was crucial for me to relay this information back. However, what that steward responsible for this matter said also made no sense; regardless of circumstances, a month's time seemed excessively long.
"A month? Then we won't wait for news to come back; notify everyone to prepare to send people to Triangle Region."
Sighing deeply, the Old Hall Master stopped inquiring about the Nine Nether Invasion. He understood well enough what those people and forces were thinking. Yet even as Hall Master of Universe Hall, there were some matters where he felt powerless—like whether each Daoist Sect would manage to intercept that catastrophe in time.
No one noticed that at that moment when Old Hall Master sighed, his eyes seemed to open for an instant as he scanned each person's face.
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