Playing with Domains at the Sixth Realm, and Still Playing with Domains at the Twelfth Realm

Qin Wangchuan's figure fell like a meteor to the central square of Cloud Mist Heavenly City, his Mysterious Gold Dragon Robe billowing in the wind.

This city, suspended above the Cloud Sea, originally belonged to a Holy Land, but is now under the jurisdiction of the Li Clan.

Before even raising his head, he had already sensed those familiar presences.

On the contrary, it was Li Qingluan.

She had organized this Martial Arts Competition, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Qin Wangchuan had already figured something out, but he didn't dwell on it.

Instead, he turned his gaze to Chu Wujiu and his group, raising an eyebrow slightly:

"Are you going to stop me?"

Having come this far, even if these few people block our way, we will still fight them without hesitation!

Chu Wujiu sat gruffly on the railing and waved his hand. "I'd like to stop you, but I don't dare."

Li Xuan leaned against a pillar and said calmly, "Just watching a show, you're not going to kick us out, are you?"

Ji Wuchen stood in the shadows without speaking.

Yun Zexuan and Zhao Lingyun are playing chess in front of the tea table.

Yun Zexuan tapped the chessboard lightly with his piece. "I just consulted the oracle, and my luck isn't good today. How about you, Brother Zhao?" Zhao Lingyun nodded and placed his piece. "Coincidentally, the same goes for me."

Yan Wujin sat on the roof with his legs crossed, and said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense and finish the fight!"

The conversation taking place in a distant corner seemed out of place with the rest of the group.

Wang Xuance and Zhou Yunyi sat in the farthest corner, their faces gloomy. "It would be best if we could beat him up..."

Zhou Yunyi, who was planning to slack off during the upcoming battle, retorted, "Wang Xuance, that matter isn't over yet."

"How could you possibly have gone there? But you, with most of your ancestral land destroyed, you went there so quickly?"

"No, it's just that I think you might not be as miserable as me."

"You have no idea what happened during the time the Zhou Clan was robbed. I took the pills and sought help everywhere, only to be turned away at every turn. I even had to fawn over women."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuance looked over with a strange expression. "You're sucking up to women?"

Zhou Yunyi coughed a few times. "Metaphor, metaphor!"

Yesterday is gone...

He intended to spout some Great Dao, but was interrupted by Wang Xuance:

So, did you give it a thumbs up or not?

"... didn't succeed in promoting him."

"I'm blown away!" Wang Xuance suddenly exclaimed excitedly. "Do you know what my fiancée is like... she's absolutely despicable!"

Now it was Zhou Yunyi's turn to be shocked.

Now he realized the price Wang Xuance had paid to seek allies' support after the Wang Clan's calamity.

"You're definitely in a worse situation; no wonder you're always targeting him."

"It's okay, we'll go up and beat them up together later."

Qin Wangchuan ignored the others and turned to walk towards the center of the arena.

His gaze swept across the entire arena, and everyone he saw was Son of Luck one, one in a million from Upper Thousand Provinces.

Purple qi rises from the east, revealing a young man destined for Born Emperor's Mandate; Buddha's light shines from the west, Reincarnated Spirit Child sits serenely on a lotus platform; Sword Qi soars to the south, Sword Dao Sacred Body embraces Ancient Sword; and crimson clouds fill the north, where the Successor of the Medicine King prepares to join the battle.

What's even more alarming is that half of Prodigy prodigies were imbued with the aura of the Qin Clan Cultivation Method, making them far stronger than ordinary Prodigy.

The air was thick with a fierce fighting spirit, as if it could ignite at any moment.

Surrounded by such powerful figures, ordinary people would probably not even be able to stand firm.

But Qin Wangchuan merely swept his gaze across the entire room, his calmness chilling.

Just as he was about to speak, a golden shadow suddenly swept past— Jiujiu flew down from Ye Jianwei, landed steadily on his head, bared its teeth and glared angrily at the surroundings, its tail feathers bursting out like a blazing golden sun.

This little guy is actually going to fight against all the heroes on his behalf.

But before it could even show its power, it was already grasped in a large hand.

Qin Wangchuan stroked its ruffled fur. "It's not time for you to make your move yet."

After speaking, he looked up at the Twelve Arenas that stretched out in front of him—the arenas were originally a huge arena, but they were separated by a dazzling array of lights, like twelve floating islands.

He raised his hand and pointed directly at the formation that separated the arena, his voice clearly carrying to every corner:

"Merge the arenas."

"Today is not the elimination round—" Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Qin Wangchuan continued:

"It is I alone who will fight against everyone."

The formation dissipated instantly, and the Twelve Arenas merged into one.

The moment Qin Wangchuan finished speaking, the entire Martial Arts Arena fell silent.

A moment later, whispers spread like wildfire:

"Is he serious? Most of the people here are the top Prodigy from Upper Thousand Provinces..."

Even if you can win ten games in a row, can you really win every game?

"The Qin Clan Divine Son... truly cannot be judged by ordinary standards."

Suddenly, purple qi surged on the east side, and the young man with the destiny of Born Emperor's Mandate slowly rose and came down to the arena, with Dragon Form Qi Yun swirling around him.

Wang Qiming stared at the figure in the center of the arena. "To challenge a group of heroes single-handedly, that spirit... is somewhat similar to mine."

A flash of light appeared on the west side, and the reincarnated lama Huiming appeared beside him. Upon hearing this, he laughed and scolded, "Bullshit! You're getting better and better at patting yourself on the back."

Liu Fanyu, the Sword Dao Sacred Body, walked slowly over, carrying Ancient Sword, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Long time no see, you're still as eloquent as ever."

Huiming waved his hand dismissively. "What do you know! Foul words may pass from your mouth, but Buddha remains in your heart."

As the Danxia landforms swirled to the north, Tang Yu, the Successor the Medicine King, dressed in purple, gracefully arrived.

"Alright, now's not the time for reminiscing."

She glanced around at Chu Wujiu and the others, all of whom possessed extraordinary auras and were clearly from the Immortal Court.

The Prodigy of Upper Thousand Provinces certainly sound extraordinary, but in the eyes of these people, they might not be anything special at all.

Finally, she looked at Qin Wangchuan, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "So... shall we come one by one, or all at once?"

Wang Qiming stepped forward first. "An emperor should walk the path that others dare not tread, so let me be the first."

He leaped onto the arena, and purple qi condensed around him into a tangible Dragon Form.

He didn't rush to act, his gaze fixed on Qin Wangchuan, his tone tinged with a hint of emotion:

"Qin Wangchuan, I've heard of your Dao. The Dao Ancestor Path... truly an extraordinary ambition."

Wang Qiming paused slightly. "If I weren't burdened with the Emperor's mandate, I would truly want to follow you and witness the end of that road with my own eyes."

Qin Wangchuan stared at Wang Qiming for a moment, then said something that shocked him.

"Wang Jiaqiming, I know you, and I know your ways."

Wang Qiming's pupils dilated slightly. "You... know me?"

"Of course." A hint of approval flashed in Qin Wangchuan's Golden Eyes. "You have embraced the Demon Race, broken down racial barriers, and practiced the principle of equality for all beings. This is truly admirable."

"But this is a minor path; there is no place for me here."

Having said that, Qin Wangchuan assumed a fighting stance, his Dragon Qi surging around him. "That's why I will fight you with all my might."

Wang Qiming's expression shifted from shock to realization, and finally to affirmation:

"Certainly."

The next moment, the battle suddenly broke out.

"Peerless Emperor Seal!"

Wang Qiming formed a hand seal, and an imperial seal that Covering the Sky and Sun instantly enveloped the entire arena.

Countless illusory figures emerged from the Emperor's Seal—all were Prodigy who had been defeated by him, now transformed into his fighting force.

Qin Wangchuan merely exclaimed softly:

"Dragon Scale."

The moment the Dragon Armor appeared, the dragon's tail swept out horizontally.

Like the rising sun at dawn, all shadows vanish in its wake.

The domain of the Heavenly Emperor Seal shattered instantly.

Qin Wangchuan took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Wang Qiming.

A hand covered in fine Dragon Scale gripped the other's neck. Wang Qiming's pupils contracted sharply, and purple qi surged wildly around him as he tried to condense Spirit Art.

However--

"Bang!"

The dragon's tail swept across again, Wang Qiming flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground at the edge of the arena.

As the dust settled, Qin Wangchuan returned to the center of the arena without looking back, his Golden Eyes sweeping over the many Prodigy below.

"Those who lose to me may return to the stage, but..."

"I am now at the Twelfth Realm, Half-Venerable."

"Don't waste time bringing out a domain that hasn't condensed into Heaven and Earth Law."

"Next."