The Selection Tournament Begins

Killing enemies to establish one's might was certainly exhilarating, but quietly growing stronger and becoming powerful before the enemy even realized it could be just as joyful.

Qin Heng was in no hurry to make a name for himself, nor was Yan Feng in a hurry to avenge Xing Er.

Qin Heng was unhurried because he knew that the renown gained from fighting the Force Race was far less dazzling than achieving good results in the Genius Competition.

Yan Feng was unhurried because the setbacks of six lifetimes had taught him patience. He would only strike when his chances of victory exceeded 99%.

Compared to them, the Goddess of War was even less hurried.

In her words, "I don't even have enemies. Why would I run around outside for no reason?"

The Myriad Things Lord regarded her as a rival and wanted to eliminate her, taking the seat of Holy Land Lord for himself.

Yet she had no need to fight anyone. As long as she cultivated safely until the Eternal Realm, the position of Holy Land Lord would naturally be hers.

Besides, in her eyes, the Lord Class was hardly beyond reach. The Myriad Things Lord, Thunder Lord, and the others were merely a bunch of trash who had exhausted untold hardship just to barely reach the Eternal Realm.

The quiet days passed swiftly. Before they knew it, the year was already 2542.

Five-Colored Lake was gradually drying up and revealing its bottom. Qin Heng, now over four hundred years old, had been stuck at Star Lord Eighth Order for a long time.

Like the Goddess of War and Yan Feng, he could break through at any moment, but they had all deliberately suppressed their realms and refrained from taking that step.

That day, news arrived from within Purple