This was a divine ability that placed immense importance on foundation, talent, and willpower. Even some Saint Gods of the present had failed to cultivate it when they were weak, which showed just how powerful it was.
Unexpectedly, Wuji had successfully cultivated it. Although he was currently only at the Yellow Realm and had yet to reach the Minor Success Realm, it was already quite remarkable.
Even the Saint Gods observing in secret had no choice but to be astonished by Wuji's talent.
If Wuji did not perish midway, his chances of becoming a Saint God would greatly increase.
It seemed that unless necessary, it was best not to make enemies lightly. If he truly became a Saint God in the future, it would be extremely disadvantageous for his enemies.
At this moment, Wuji had finally earned a little more attention from those proud Saint Gods.
A month later, only ten elites remained in the Primordial Battlefield where Wuji was located. Everyone else had been eliminated.
The ten advanced smoothly, but the other elites also became uneasy, afraid that Wuji would suddenly make a move. If that happened, they might be eliminated as well.
"Advance to the second round!" Qingxuan Saint God's voice spread throughout the battlefield.
Immediately afterward, Wuji and the other nine elites were separately transported to another area.
This was the temporary residence for those who had advanced. The second round still had to wait for the other elites to complete their matches.
The battles across the five thousand Primordial Battlefields were extremely intense, but because the number of participants was limited, they soon ended one after another.
A year later, all the challenge matches across the battlefields had concluded, and fifty thousand elites successfully advanced to the next round.
Immediately afterward, a new round of teleportation