The Truth Exposed: Innate Divine Spirits, the Universe's "Light"!

Meng Chuan let his imagination wander for a while, then turned to his recent routine business: sensing the Soul Devouring within him.

Ten minutes later, he had found nothing.

In an instant, he swept away every stray thought, entered a state of flow, and threw himself back into training.

Qi-blood was the foundation of everything.

The gaps between matches were fairly long now, so besides pushing ahead with Horizontal Training, he would also max out his daily qi-blood gains.

After that, Meng Chuan found a match roughly every two hours.

He encountered no more fourth-tier contestants. Every match was an easy win.

Meanwhile, his ranking climbed steadily. When competition stopped at ten that night, he had broken into the top twenty, taking nineteenth place on the Generation Ranking.

Only the top ten could advance, so his current rank still put him in the elimination zone. But Meng Chuan was in no hurry.

"The competition won't end anytime soon. Going by the schedules of the earlier rounds, it'll last at least a week. I can break into the top ten in three days at most. There's plenty of time.

"Besides, the organizing committee said the intelligent matching system would ensure everyone outside the qualifying spots ended up with a ranking they deserved. That's still a long way off, and so is the end of the competition."

As long as he kept competing, he would advance regardless of how the matches were arranged.

He had already finished his Horizontal Training and Core Method practice for the day.

As Meng Chuan made his final push with the Stake Technique, he watched replays of the day's matches.

That, too, was part of learning. Watching Chen Zhiming's match had taught him the hidden technique within the draw-slash: ferocity.

Others watched in slow motion. Meng Chuan