No One Could Stand Against Him!

Su Changqing, dressed in white as pure as snow, stood high above the light-years, looking down on countless Thousand River Mountains rising and falling in the Chaos Sea.

Each Thousand River Mountain was like an island, or a ship, adrift upon the boundless ocean of chaos.

The scene stretched beyond sight, its waves unending.

[First selection: use your Thousand River Mountain to ram other Thousand River Mountains, shatter them, and absorb their fragments... until only fifty million contestants remain...]

The next moment, a phantom appeared high in the sky, flashing with golden characters.

Everyone fell silent at the sight.

In every Thousand River Mountain selection tournament, one person would ultimately gather all the Thousand River Mountains and bring the contest to a perfect close.

But the task at almost every stage was different.

In one past selection, the contest had hinged on fishing: whoever first caught enough fish from the Chaos Sea to match the weight of their own Thousand River Mountain would take first place.

For a task like that, the smaller the fragment, the better the odds.

So although Su Changqing's 1.8-light-year Thousand River Mountain was terrifyingly vast, few had envied him. Quite a few had even laughed at his predicament in secret.

If the task had been fishing again, he probably could not have caught 1.8 light-years' worth of fish even in an entire Chaos Epoch.

But when the first task was announced, they nearly went mad!

The other contestants, the lords of the Thousand River Mountains, stared at Su Changqing's enormous mountain range, nearly 1.8 light-years across, as though turned to clay statues.

"Even the vast Divine Body of a Three-Turn Chaos God-Fiend is only measured in light-years! That Thousand River Mountain is so huge it could crush everything just by ramming into it.