Qin Wangchuan, Come Fight!

The Ji Clan's Void Divine Feather are not just wings for traveling.

It can be used for both offense and defense. Although it does not reach an astonishing level of power, a single swipe of its wings can create a spatial rift.

Upon hearing this, the people inside the hall reacted with varying expressions.

Chu Wujiu narrowed his eyes.

Yan Wujin's Nine-Flame Golden Crow flapped its wings uneasily, while the red-haired youth grinned, his eyes blazing with even stronger fighting spirit.

Heavenly Derivation Emperor's gaze swept over everyone in the hall, and he spoke at the opportune moment, his voice low and solemn. "Now that everyone is here, let the discussion begin."

"Today's discussion is not for contention, but only to ask that you all bear witness with your blood—do not repeat the mistakes of my son, who perished and his soul vanished at the Heavenly Gate."

"Everyone is welcome to speak freely."

Qin Wangchuan calmly took his seat, Ye Jianwei and the others quietly stood behind him.

"Young Master"

He nodded slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar white figure— Luo Lingxi had somehow appeared behind Qin Wangchuan, her delicate hands lightly pressing the strings of her zither.

"Zheng--"

A melodious, clear sound flowed from her fingertips, like the first melting snow in a mountain stream, instantly cleansing the hustle and bustle of the entire Nine Heavens Cloud Platform.

One person alone overshadowed the orchestra arranged by the emperor.

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Her lowered eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her jade-like face, and her slender fingers danced and moved nimbly across the strings of the zither.

A strand of her dark hair was lifted by the gentle breeze in the hall, swaying softly beside her snow-white neck. She seemed to be surrounded by moonlight, her beauty Mortal World.

Several Prodigy nearby, who had been discussing the Dao, involuntarily fell silent and kept stealing glances at each other.

This sight was even more shocking—

Those delicate fingers playing the zither, those lowered eyelashes, that aloof and otherworldly air...

"Such a stunning beauty exists in this world..." someone murmured unconsciously.

Some people recognized her and whispered to themselves, "Isn't this the Saintess Lingxi of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion? How did she end up as someone else's Zither Attendant?"

Everyone looked again.

Alright, that person is Qin Wangchuan from the Qin Clan.

That's alright then.

Xiao Hongling naturally came too. She stared in disbelief at Luo Lingxi, who was always arrogant and haughty, now standing obediently behind Qin Wangchuan, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

"This woman... he actually won her over?"

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Qin Wangchuan, his fighting spirit surging. "Hmph, I'd like to see just how capable you are."

The discussion officially began at the Nine Heavens Cloud Platform.

Li Xuan remained calm, his fingertips lightly tracing the blade of the sword, and spoke first:

"I saw a sword inside the Heavenly Gate."

His gaze lowered slightly, as if recalling, "That sword had no edge or blade, yet it weighed as much as ten thousand pounds. I carried it for a million steps, each step feeling like carrying a mountain."

He paused, his voice calm. "In the end, my spine was almost broken, and my Divine Soul was nearly exhausted. But when I truly bore its weight, the Heavenly Gate opened."

"Only when I reached the Celestial Being Realm did I understand—that sword was my Dao."

Upon hearing this, everyone seemed to be deep in thought.

Chu Wujiu's expression was calm, but his gaze was like a dark fire beneath a deep pool, subtly revealing a burning intent.

"Within the Heavenly Gate, what I saw was a sea of fire." His voice was low, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the table. "No direction, no end, only eternal flames."

"The flames are scorching."

"At first I walked quickly, then I ran wildly." A hint of self-mockery flashed in his eyes. "The more I tried to break free, the more lost I became. The sea of fire surged ever more fiercely with my anxiety, almost burning me to ashes."

The hall was silent, save for the soft tapping of his knuckles on the wooden table.

"Until I saw someone inside, the person I was going to defeat." He suddenly stopped. "Then, I gradually calmed down, stopped running, and, enduring the flames, walked in one direction."

"I don't know how long we walked, but the sea of fire receded on its own, and the Heavenly Gate appeared."

"Only later did I realize that the will to fight is as vast as the sea, but when the heart is still, the door opens."

Yun Zexuan gently Folding Fan, starlight flowing between his fingertips. "What I see is a starry sky." His gaze was distant, "Each star is a secret of Heavenly Secrets. I have been calculating for seventy-seven days and nights, but I still cannot find a way out."

He smiled slightly, "Only when I gave up the deduction and let the stars flow freely did the Heavenly Gate appear in the endless Star Sea."

"So, the Heavenly Secrets cannot be forced."

Zhao Lingyun held the Heavenly Talisman Jade Tome Seal in his hand and slowly spoke.

"Inside the Heavenly Gate, it's all blank except for a table and a talisman." His voice was low. "A blank talisman."

"I tried three thousand six hundred different ways of drawing, each stroke precise and flawless, yet the moment the talisman was completed, it would inevitably destroy itself."

He shook his head and smiled wryly, "Until I casually made a swipe—and the Heavenly Gate opened."

"The more you pursue perfection, the more you become obsessed."

When it was Yan Wujin's turn, the red-haired youth suddenly stood up. "After entering the Heavenly Gate, my size shrank a hundredfold, and I became food for spirit pets."

Everyone chimed in, and soon it was Qin Wangchuan's turn.

They all wanted to know what this peerless Prodigy, the First Person to create the Celestial Being Realm, had seen.

"I saw the past and the future inside the Heavenly Gate," Qin Wangchuan said slowly.

"The past questions me; the future will examine me."

"I gave the wrong answer, but I still got out."

"Upon reflection, I realized that what Heavenly Gate needed to ask was never the answer, but whether or not they dared to confront the question directly."

At this moment, a Prodigy who had been listening in but had not yet stepped into the Heavenly Gate couldn't help but speak up, "So, what we saw at the Heavenly Gate, could it be a kind of inner demon?"

Li Xuan shook his head. "It's not an inner demon, but a reflection of the 'Tao'."

Chu Wujiu nodded in agreement. "Indeed, the inner demon only wants to kill you, but Heavenly Gate can sense that it is training you."

The discussion was progressing smoothly, and the Prodigy who had ascended the Heavenly Road took turns recounting what they had seen and heard. Qin Wangchuan listened quietly, occasionally sipping his Spiritual Tea, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

This debate lasted for three days and three nights.

Those who had entered the Heavenly Gate spoke eloquently, while those about to enter kept asking questions.

Everyone gained something.

Once they got what they wanted to know, the discussion gradually subsided.

Just then, a rough voice suddenly rang out:

"You've finished your verbal sparring!"

Suddenly, a burly man, nine feet tall with a bushy beard, leaped down from his seat and landed heavily in the center of the Cloud Platform.

His body was bulging with muscles, and a Great Axe bronze axe was tucked at his waist, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"When discussing the Dao, one must naturally demonstrate one's own Dao!" His voice boomed like a bell, his Copper Bell- like eyes fixed intently on Qin Wangchuan. "Qin Wangchuan! I know you are the strongest here, come and fight me!"

The crowd on stage erupted in uproar.

"It's Tuoba Kuang from the Northern Wasteland War God Palace!" someone exclaimed.

"This brute..." Xiao Hongling scoffed, but couldn't help sitting up straight.

Tuoba Kuang violently ripped open his animal-skin robe, revealing his chest covered in battle marks. "I fought my way through eighteen levels of War Prison in Heavenly Gate before I came out. Today, I'll see just how much this First Person is really made of!"

Before he finished speaking, a tremendous battle intent suddenly erupted from his body, and a three-zhang-tall War God Phantom condensed behind him.

The phantom, wielding Great Axe, let out a deafening roar in the direction of Qin Wangchuan.

Before he finished speaking, a huge halo suddenly appeared in the sky.

A few words slowly appeared in the circle--

"Slay, Annihilate, Open, Heaven!"

The moment when the last word "" was completed.

"Clang!"

A clear and melodious sword cry resounded through the heavens, and the four large characters instantly reformed, transforming into four beams of Heaven-Opening Sword that pierced the sky and earth.

The Sword Light poured down like a silver river, slashing down with the force to cleave through Myriad Ages.

"Clang--!"

Tuoba Kuang's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his axe to block.

Amidst a deafening crash, the axe blade struck the first "slash" character, exploding into blinding sparks.

Tuoba Kuang's arm muscles bulged, and the bluestone beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

By the time the second "annihilate" was uttered, cracks had already begun to spread across the axe.

Tuoba Kuang roared in fury, and the War God Phantom, wielding an axe in both hands, forcefully withstood this earth-shattering blow.

When the third "open" character came crashing down, the bronze Great Axe finally gave way and snapped in two with a crack.

Tuoba Kuang coughed up blood, but still blocked with his arms crossed, the battle marks on his skin shining with a dazzling bloody light.

The advantage of Body Cultivator was evident; he actually withstood the attack with his bare body.

However, the last word fell.

Tuoba Kuang charged straight at it, and the sound of clashing weapons rang out from the point of impact.

The situation reached a stalemate for a moment.

One breath... ten breaths... the sword's momentum gradually dissipated, but his body had also reached its limit.

The golden light protecting his body shattered, and the Sword Qi embedded itself into his flesh.

Tuoba Kuang's eyes widened, and a line of blood slowly appeared on his forehead, spreading to his lips.

The Sword Light dissipated the next moment.

He only needed a breath; if he could hold on for just one more breath, he could parry the sword and have a chance to counterattack.

Pity...

Even among Prodigy, there are differences.

"Even if it were a challenge, it wouldn't be your turn."

Li Xuan's figure had appeared in the arena at some unknown time, his white robes fluttering even without wind.

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Qin Wangchuan on the high platform, his voice as cold as the sound of a sword:

That sword strike from back then is unforgettable.

"The one standing here now is me at my peak."

He slowly raised his hand, and his natal flying sword was unsheathed, hovering in the air.

"There will be no hiding anything; we will use every means to fight you."

"Qin Wangchuan, come here!"