On the Last Day, Chen Du Gained Enlightenment

"No wonder the Bai family, despite keeping a low profile all these years, has never been someone anyone dared to mess with; just look at Bai Wuchen alone..."

The murmurs rose and fell, but Bai Wuchen himself seemed not to hear a thing.

He slowly stood up, glanced at the 198 figures in front of him, and then turned to the list.

Seeing his fifth-place ranking, he remained calm, showing neither joy nor disappointment.

He simply nodded slightly, as if confirming an outcome he had long anticipated, and then walked towards the edge of the world.

Bai Wuchen sat at the edge of the world, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

The 198 figures in front of him had been put away, but the shock from what had just happened still lingered in everyone's minds.

People were whispering among themselves, talking about Bai Wuchen's background.

The resources the Bai family consumed in nurturing him were staggering.

If those resources were used to build up ordinary Ninth Tier experts, it would be enough to create dozens of Tenth Tier powerhouses.

However, the Bai family didn't use it to build up their Tenth Tier equipment; instead, they used it all to lay a solid foundation for Bai Wuchen.

Further ahead, four more people were pressing down on him.

The forces behind these four individuals are even more ruthless than the Bai family.

Just then, another genius opened his eyes.

He was an ordinary-looking young man of medium build, dressed in a gray combat uniform, and looked completely unremarkable.

He slowly withdrew his hand from the monument, his movements very gentle, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Before him, 189 symbols lit up in turn, forming a vast array.

The fluctuations of the laws spread outwards like a tide, attracting countless gazes.

His name jumped to seventh place on the list.

Everyone gasped.

What's even more shocking is that nobody knew him.

Bai Wuchen is radiant, and her presence is traceable.

But what about this person? Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Some people began to search through the contestants' information in the Spirit Realm, only to find that the information was pitifully scarce: name unknown, background unknown, and lineage unknown.

Her first recorded public appearance was in the first round of this battle of geniuses.

He had no prior record, no background, and no faction claiming him.

It was as if it appeared out of nowhere.

Yet this very person deciphered 189 images, ranking seventh.

Of the six people ahead of him, weren't they all born into privilege, had abundant resources, and received guidance from renowned teachers? Only he remained an enigma.

Who exactly is this person?

Someone asked in a low voice.

"Nothing can be found. The information in the Spirit Realm is completely blank; there's nothing there."

"Could it be some old monster who's switched identities to come and have some fun?"

"Impossible. The Spirit Realm has verified his biological information; he's under five hundred years old."

"But this is too outrageous! Someone with no background, no power, and whose information can't even be found, actually ranked seventh in comprehension?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, but the young man remained completely oblivious.

He stood up and walked towards the edge of the world, his steps steady and his face calm.

He didn't even turn his head when he passed by those who were talking about him.

He walked away calmly, unlike someone who had just fought his way to seventh place among two thousand three hundred Ninth Tier prodigies.

It was more like I went for a walk and incidentally studied 189 diagrams.

Someone stared at his back for a long time, and suddenly felt a chill run down their spine.

Bai Wuchen's brilliance, at least, still had traces to follow.

But this person is like a tree that grew out of nowhere; no one knows where his roots are.

One by one, the geniuses opened their eyes and withdrew from their comprehension.

A young man dressed in a cyan-gold robe stood up.

One hundred and seventy-three images floated in front of him, ranking eleventh.

He came from the Azure Firmament Sacred Land in the eastern part of the star field. The holy land was guarded by three Twelfth Tier ancestors, with over a hundred Tenth Tier subordinates under his command, and controlled five star systems.

One hundred and seventy-three pictures would be enough to make one stand out from the crowd elsewhere, but here, they only rank eleventh.

Another woman in red opened her eyes; one hundred and sixty-five pictures, ranked nineteenth.

Behind her was the Vermilion Phoenix Palace, whose master was a peerless female cultivator at the Thirteenth Tier. The Vermilion Phoenix Palace ruled over twelve star systems, and its disciples were spread throughout the star field, numbering in the tens of thousands at the Ninth Tier.

Another boy in black, 152 pictures, ranked 32nd.

He came from the Heavenly Pivot Merchant Guild of Commerce, which controlled dozens of rare star-domain-level mineral veins, and even had a Thirteenth Tier expert among its retainers.

Any one of these forces could crush the Kema People into cosmic dust in the blink of an eye.

The Kema People's starships were nothing more than toys in the eyes of those powers.

But at this moment, these super geniuses, whom these forces have nurtured with all their might, are nothing more than ordinary members of this elimination tournament.

When it comes to comprehension, resources can only create a lower limit; the upper limit depends entirely on the individual.

In a corner of this fantastical world, Chen Du still sat before the Seven-Colored Stele, his eyes closed, his hands pressed against the surface of the stele, motionless.

The figures in front of him numbered only forty or so, arranged sparsely and scattered.

On the leaderboard, his ranking had already fallen to over 1,300.

In the first round, he was ranked 365th in the star field, but in the second round, under the crushing pressure of 2,300 Ninth Tier geniuses, he completely fell behind.

Most of those who previously paid attention to him and had high hopes for him have now turned their attention away.

"Over forty images, ranked 1300th, there's basically no hope."

In the stands, in the Spirit Realm, and in the observation rooms of various forces, discussions about him gradually shifted from anticipation to regret, and from regret to indifference.

But Chen Du couldn't hear anything.

His entire being was immersed in the depths of that Seven-Colored Stele. For a month, he repeatedly deduced, disassembled, and reassembled it.

The fragments interwoven within those seven-colored lights were initially chaotic, but as he delved deeper, a thought became increasingly clear.

The inscription follows the Emotional Dao, which is extremely profound.

Anger, sorrow, joy, fear, love, hatred, and infatuation—these seven emotions correspond to the seven colors of light. One must be familiar with all of them to comprehend them; the threshold for understanding them is extremely high!

More importantly, he suddenly realized that all his talents, all his power, and all his breakthroughs along the way from the Celestial Master Realm were connected by a faint thread... emotions.

[Achieving the Dao Through Anger] is anger.

[ To Stunning Everyone with a Single Cry] is a desire that has been accumulating during Lie Dormant.

[Hundred-Lifetime Reincarnation] is an obsession with each death.

Even [Divine Revelation Reading] cannot be separated from curiosity and focus on all things.

It turns out that he had already stood at the threshold of the Emotional Dao.

And this Seven-Colored Stele is that door.

He slowly exhaled, and gently moved his finger across the surface of the monument.

Suddenly, the more than forty figures on the monument lit up simultaneously, their seven-colored light surging and illuminating the entire corner.

His heart was filled with turmoil, and a thought exploded from the depths of his consciousness.

"I've finally grasped some of the fundamental aspects of this emotional journey!"