Years of Accumulation, Waiting for Today to Unleash

The host waved his hands, and the entire circular hall suddenly trembled. The light curtains on the four walls collapsed inward, as if the space was being kneaded and reshaped by an invisible hand.

In an instant, ninety-nine inscriptions appeared on the open space in the center of the hall.

However, these inscriptions are completely different from the stone tablet from the first round.

The materials are varied: some are jet-black rocks, some are translucent crystals, some look like they were polished from the bones of some kind of creature, and some are even just a wisp of light mist floating in mid-air, with twisted and bizarre shapes, which cannot be called a "monument" at all.

They come in various shapes and have different auras, yet each one exudes a heart-pounding fluctuation of laws.

The host surveyed the crowd and slowly began, "The fact that you've made it this far already possesses an extraordinary stroke of luck. I must tell you, the inscriptions you see here are specifically designed for comprehension, but this is merely a simulation created by the Spirit Realm using massive resources. Its comprehension effect is less than one-thousandth of the real inscriptions. The resources the Spirit Realm has consumed for this one competition are beyond your imagination."

These words immediately sparked a murmur of discussion in the hall.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "Isn't the Spirit Realm supposed to be able to simulate anything? Are these inscriptions really that difficult to simulate?"

The host glanced at the questioner and said calmly, "Because these inscriptions were created by experts at the fourteenth or even fifteenth realm. They contain the essence of the laws they have comprehended throughout their lives. In short, this is a path to heaven. The Spirit Realm can simulate its form, but it cannot simulate its spirit."

Even so, the resources consumed just to simulate the projection of these ninety-nine inscriptions are astronomical.

The hall was silent for a moment, then a collective gasp filled the air.

The fourteenth and fifteenth realms are even more distant than the Twelfth Realm.

Those at the Ninth Tier were nothing but ants before them.

The three major forces actually spent such a huge amount of resources to simulate these inscriptions for the second round of elimination matches.

Not only that, but this round of entry alone has kept countless people out.

Fourteen realms, or even fifteen realms!

Chen Du was also deeply shocked after hearing this!

I heard from Xiaokui that the strongest Kema People are only at the Tenth Tier, and the entire civilization can barely contend with a powerhouse who has just entered the Eleventh Tier.

However, Tenth Tier being can easily destroy Ninth Tier.

The gap above that is even larger.

The fact that the Kema People's civilization could reach this point is truly remarkable.

With his current strength, Tenth Tier being could kill him instantly.

Therefore, it is simply unimaginable how powerful the fourteenth and fifteenth realms are; they could probably destroy an entire star sector, or even an entire galaxy, with a single thought.

The host continued, "The rules are simple: each person has one month to study the inscription. Each time you complete a stage of study, the inscription will automatically transform into a graphic."

If you force it without truly understanding it, the image will not appear; it will be futile. After one month, the top 230 people who have understood the most images will advance to the next round.

The next instant, the host also disappeared.

This means the competition has officially begun.

Chen Du did not act immediately. He stood still, his gaze sweeping over the ninety-nine steles of various shapes, his Spiritual Power spreading out like a tide.

Each inscription exudes a unique fluctuation of laws, some violent, some cold, some sharp, and some profound.

He comprehended the Celestial Heavenly Master Divine Seal in the Celestial Master Celestial Master Realm, fused with a Realm Divine Status in the Spirit Martial Realm, and deduced the secret techniques of the Motian Sect Red Sun Immortal Realm.

At this moment, his comprehension was at its Peak Stage, [Divine Revelation Reading] was operating at full capacity, the emotional resonance of [Achieving the Dao Through Anger] was also awakened, and the Lie Dormant power accumulated by [Stunning Everyone with a Single Cry] was slowly released.

He closed his eyes, and the projections of ninety-nine steles in his sea of consciousness lit up simultaneously, like a huge star map unfolding.

However, he also had his own path to take, and the choice of which inscription to use was very important and should not be made hastily.

Chen Du chose to start with the nearest one, a pitch-black rock monument with densely engraved patterns on its surface.

He placed his palm on the monument, reflecting on its meaning.

The contestants around them displayed their various skills. Some sat cross-legged in front of the monument with furrowed brows, some placed their palms on the surface of the monument with surging energy, and some even tried to comprehend the two monuments at the same time, running back and forth.

Each of the ninety-nine inscriptions is extremely profound.

Many people were covered in cold sweat, some were sweating profusely, and even with their palms pressed against the monument, they couldn't deduce anything and had to give up and move on to the next one.

Meanwhile, the second round of elimination matches was broadcast live across the entire star system, attracting thousands or even tens of thousands of times more attention than the first round.

In the first round, there were billions of participants in the 0771 Star Domain alone. Spirit Realm had to split the live stream into countless windows, and each person could only get a tiny amount of attention.

However, by the second round, only 2,300 people remained in the entire star field.

Two thousand three hundred Ninth Tier prodigies were placed in the same arena to comprehend the inscriptions. Every stele, every person, and every image that appeared was transmitted in real time to every corner of the star field by the Spirit Realm with the highest resolution.

Martial artists, factions, families, and academies on countless planets within the star field all stopped what they were doing and stared at the light screen.

This is a truly grand event, a moment when the most dazzling geniuses of the 0771 Star Domain, occurring only once every five hundred years, will compete on the same stage.

Major powers have also mobilized. Star-domain level elites, galaxy-level overlords, and even some long-established organizations spanning multiple star domains have all opened exclusive observation windows in the Spirit Realm.

Some of them were there to recruit, some were simply there to watch the spectacle, while others were secretly assessing the potential of these young people and preparing for future plans.

The most exciting events were the gambling games secretly set up by various powerful forces.

Of the 2,300 participants, who will advance to the top 230? Who will be eliminated? Who will be the biggest dark horse? And who will suffer a setback?

The odds doubled overnight, and countless people placed huge bets on the future of a Ninth Tier prodigy.

Amidst this clamor, one name was repeatedly mentioned: Lin Du.

At seventeen years old, he was Ninth Tier, ranking nineteenth in the first round and three hundred and sixty-fiveth overall in the star field.

This ranking isn't top-tier among 2,300 people, but given his age of seventeen, it stands out remarkably.

Some people are optimistic about him and think he might be able to break through in the second round.

Some people were not optimistic about him, thinking that his ranking in the first round was only 365, and there were more than 300 stronger Ninth Tier geniuses ahead of him. At seventeen years old, he was just a reincarnated person. He might not be able to gain an advantage in something like comprehending the inscription, which tests one's foundation.

During the betting game, the odds regarding his advancement fluctuated, with the number of people betting on his advancement and those betting on his elimination being almost equal.

Ninety-nine steles, each made of different materials, each with its own unique character.

As he passed each monument, he would lightly place his palm on its surface, pausing for only a few breaths to sense the fluctuations of laws and the flow of Dao Resonance within it.

Some inscriptions are as fiery as fire, some as sharp as a knife, some as profound as the earth, and some as ethereal as a gentle breeze.

He walked extremely slowly, observing everything with meticulous care, as if selecting a weapon to accompany him throughout his life.

The other contestants had already chosen their inscriptions and sat down to study them, while he was still feeling them one by one.

Outside the Spirit Realm, many who were paying attention to him began to frown.

What is this seventeen-year-old doing? While everyone else is rushing around, he's taking a walk.

Chen Du ignored the stares and walked from the first stele to the fortieth, and then from the fortieth to the seventieth, his steps always unhurried, until he reached the ninety-ninth stele and suddenly stopped.

It was an inconspicuous stele, standing at the very edge of all the inscriptions, in a secluded location. Its material looked like an ordinary piece of bluestone, with an uneven surface, as if it had been eroded by wind and rain for countless years.

The first few dozen contestants passed by without even glancing at it, heading straight for the inscriptions that exuded a stronger aura and shone brighter.

But as Chen Du stood before it, he felt something deep within his consciousness being gently stirred.

He stretched out his hand and placed his palm on the surface of the monument.

It felt slightly cool to the touch, and there were no obvious fluctuations of laws on the surface of the monument. Instead, it was like a deep, still pool of water.

But the moment he probed into it with his Spiritual Power, the entire monument suddenly lit up.

Seven colors! Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple light—seven colors of light—emerged simultaneously from the depths of the monument, weaving together to form a magnificent and intricate pattern.

The patterns contained text, graphics, and dense lines; some resembled ancient seal script, others cloud patterns, and still others were completely indistinguishable in shape.

They intertwine, connect, and overlap, like a painting that has been crumpled up and then pieced back together.

What surprised Chen Du even more was that the moment those seven-colored lights surged out, certain emotions that had been dormant deep within his consciousness suddenly surged up.

The loneliness of being imprisoned in the Qianchuan Hall in the Xuanye Realm.

The grief of Qinghe Village in the Heavenly Human Realm turning into scorched earth.

The resolute determination of the Spirit Martial Realm before its self-destruction and rebirth

The Celestial Master Realm has been sweeping the grounds for sixty years, yet no one knows of their forbearance.

He usually suppressed these emotions very deeply and steadily, but in front of this inscription, it was as if an invisible hand gently touched them.

Anger, sadness, resentment, and obsession all surged within him, as vivid as if they had just happened yesterday.

He slowly exhaled and sat down in front of the monument.

The other participants were still engrossed in studying their respective inscriptions, and no one noticed this corner.

Chen Du placed his hands on the surface of the monument, and the seven-colored light reflected on his face, flickering uncertainly.

He closed his eyes and sank into that complex and vast sea of insights.

Now, he has accumulated profound knowledge and experience, and is poised to unleash his full potential today.