"Whew..."
Li Qingyuan let out a long breath. The manifestation of his two dragons of True Qi withdrew into his body, his presence turning inward, like still waters running deep.
Purple Dragon and White Dragon returned to the mansion, their dragon cries faded, and the Qingyuan Immortal Mansion fell quiet once more.
Ten thousand years of bitter cultivation had borne fruit in a single day. Li Qingyuan calculated on his fingers and thought, There are still a hundred and seventy or eighty thousand years until the Heavenly Immortal Championship Battle. There's plenty of time!
Held once every three million years, the Heavenly Immortal Championship Battle was the pinnacle gathering of all Heavenly Immortal cultivators in the Investiture of the Gods Great World, as well as the highest stage on which the various powers could make their names.
Li Qingyuan looked contemplative.
"Over the coming years, I'll diligently cultivate my heart and strive to climb another level."
"In the Heavenly Immortal Championship Battle, only those who enter the ranks of the top hundred Heavenly Immortals receive rewards and can make their names resound throughout the Investiture of the Gods Great World."
"And those hundred places are essentially contested by heavenly immortal late stage and heavenly immortal peak stage powerhouses."
The top hundred Heavenly Immortals carried immense weight: they were the hundred best selected from all the Heavenly Immortal powerhouses in the Investiture of the Gods Great World.
For example.
The Xuanlei Domain Lord, the third personal disciple of the Golden Immortal Colossus Nine Heavens Thunder Venerable, had reached heavenly immortal middle stage great perfection, yet had only ranked somewhere in the nineties.
A Golden Immortal Colossus's personal disciple, the lord of a domain, with few rivals at the same stage-with credentials like these, even entering the top hundred only put him