Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages Ends, No Warm-Up, Battle Begins!

For a moment, the entire Cloud Mist Heavenly City suddenly fell into an eerie stillness.

On the arena, the figure who once looked down upon the world, after gathering the immense Qi Yun of countless people, now radiated a golden pillar of light so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The Qi Yun has surged, reaching a certain critical point.

In the very next instant--

"Buzz!"

An invisible roar exploded in everyone's heart, not from their ears, but from some deeper tremor.

On the arena, Qin Wangchuan seemed to have been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer. He groaned and suddenly knelt on one knee, pressing his hand tightly against his forehead, his knuckles turning white from the extreme force.

The massive amount of Qi Yun that had gathered suddenly merged into his body, transforming into a key that forcibly pried open some kind of shackle within him.

Then, Qin Wangchuan suddenly heard a sound--

It wasn't just one voice, but rather as if countless voices were ringing in my ears simultaneously.

I don't know where it came from, but it truly lingers in my mind.

Listen carefully.

It seemed as if thousands of people were chanting a certain word in unison, or as if each person was telling their own story.

It's hard to hear clearly or explain, but it definitely exists.

Qin Wangchuan's body trembled violently, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Thousands of tones, countless languages, men and women, young and old, laughter and tears... they come in no particular order, no primary or secondary, like a torrent forcibly crammed into a small container, colliding wildly.

Without a doubt, this is a form of extreme punishment.

I don't know how much time passed; perhaps it was just a moment, or perhaps it was eternity.

The chaotic turmoil in his mind gradually subsided under his suppression, and the sounds around him became clearer.

When he looked up again, his vision was still a little blurry.

A man from Upper Thousand Provinces knelt down, extended his hand to him, and smiled with a complex expression, "It seems that even the Divine Son of the Immortal Court has his limits."

"However, we lost."

As the man spoke, he turned around and saw the crowd behind him, who had been about to continue their attack, finally relax and collapse to the ground.

There was no joy of victory in his eyes, only a faint sense of melancholy.

Whispers rippled through the crowd, "They're far inferior to the Prodigy of the Immortal Court..."

"This trip was not without its gains. Although we know you have some ulterior motive, you are ultimately the first person from the Immortal Court to be willing to the Lower Realm the mortal realm to set up a challenge and seriously engage in combat with us."

Thanks.

These words seemed to open a floodgate, prompting more and more Prodigy to speak up.

"Thank you for your guidance." A Body Cultivator bowed respectfully.

"If you encounter them in the Secret Realm in the future, don't be too ruthless," the girl beside her added, her eyes shining with understanding.

A composed-looking cultivator sighed, "There are people beyond people, Heaven Beyond Heaven."

The group exchanged wry smiles, but a hint of determination flickered in their eyes.

Their strength is enough to survive in this world, but not enough to defeat the opponent before them.

The regret that lingers in the hearts of countless people at this moment is precisely proof of their extraordinary nature—the weak have long since fled, and only those who have one foot in the realm of "monsters" are qualified to be enemies with the real monsters.

Qin Wangchuan didn't say anything to comfort him.

He slowly straightened up, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of a promise:

Let's face off again next time.

These words shocked everyone present.

Is there a next time?

"Qin Wangchuan."

At this delicate moment, a steady footstep approached from afar.

Chu Wujiu walked slowly from the periphery of the crowd, each step extremely steady, the soles of his shoes making a clear sound as they touched the ground, which was particularly eye-catching in the suddenly quiet environment.

Do you know what kind of feeling you were just giving off?

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet carrying a strange penetrating power, clearly reaching everyone's ears. "It's like a voice in my ear is tempting me, saying: Defeat you, as long as I defeat you, I can become the strongest."

"But—I endured it, it was so hard to endure."

"I endured it all to defeat you, to defeat the strongest version of you." With that, Chu Wujiu suddenly raised his head, his fighting spirit unmistakable. "Now that the Calamity of Ten Thousand Ages is over, it's time for us to fight."

He slowly ascended the stage, and the other Prodigy tactfully withdrew.

This scene seemed somewhat unbelievable to Feng Qingjue and the others who were high above.

"Still want to fight?" Feng Qingjue frowned. "But with his current strength..."

Thinking it over, she focused her gaze on Qin Wangchuan, and then a hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Qin Wangchuan showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, his Immortal Bone shone with a radiant light, almost emanating from his body, and his aura was purer and more powerful than ever before.

"Like a red-hot branding iron..." Jiang Yan remarked unconsciously.

These words resonated with Feng Qingjue.

Indeed.

Qin Wangchuan's brilliance was immediately apparent upon his appearance, his aura scorching.

But now he is like a piece of refined immortal gold that has shed its last trace of impurity, its divine radiance becoming more pure, more concentrated, and more dangerous.

Not only Chu Wujiu, but also Li Xuan, Yun Zexuan, Zhao Lingyun and others took to the stage one after another.

Yan Wujin was the last to leap onto the arena, and almost simultaneously, a golden stream of fire descended from the sky.

The Nine-Flame Golden Crow flapped its wings and landed, but what it stirred up was not a gentle breeze, but a scorching wall of air, carrying a suffocating heatwave that rushed towards us.

The intense light and heat stung the eyes of those standing close to the stage, causing them to involuntarily close their eyes or turn their heads away, unable to meet its sharp light.

Just as this intense, oppressive heat swept across the entire arena—

"Chirp!"

A clear, melodious cry, tinged with obvious resentment, rang out. Though not loud, it strangely pierced through the howling heat.

Jiujiu, who had been quietly perched on Ye Jianwei's shoulder, seemed to be enraged by the other party's ostentatious entrance. With a flap of its wings, it transformed into a streak of light and flew away.

Its body grew taller in the air as it faced the wind, expanding from the size of a palm to over ten feet in an instant, before crashing down onto the platform beside Qin Wangchuan, its posture elegant yet exuding an undeniable majesty.

As it landed, the heat wave brought by the Nine-Flame Golden Crow was covered by another heat wave.

What's even more alarming is that this Golden Crow is significantly larger than Yan Wujin's.

Its feathers shimmered with a pure, dark golden luster, and beneath its folded wings, mysterious runes flowed, radiating a pure and auspicious celestial light!

Yan Wujin was originally uninterested in Qin Wangchuan's Golden Crow, only glancing at it casually and not taking it to heart.

After all, his was a nine-thousand -Golden Crow, which, although it looked large, was far less powerful than his son.

However, when that unique, celestial light imbued with the aura of the Great Dao came into view, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the nonchalance on his face was instantly replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

Yan Wujin suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Jiujiu, his voice rising in shock, even cracking slightly:

"You... you bastard! You didn't use Immortal Bone to feed the Golden Crow, did you?!"

Feeding spirit pets with Immortal Bone?

Yan Wujin was so shocked, one can only imagine how Prodigy from the surrounding Upper Thousand Provinces were.

"Immortal Bone... I remember they're Divine Object above even the Supreme Bone, right?" someone murmured to themselves, glancing at the Golden Crow, then at Qin Wangchuan, their expression becoming complicated once more.

What they considered unattainable Divine Object were, in the eyes of the Heaven Above Heaven beings, merely food to feed their spirit pets!

"It's Sacrificial Bone, but it's pretty much the same thing."

Qin Wangchuan closed his eyes, reached out and stroked Jiujiu, and whispered, "You must have been holding it in for too long."

It's so big, and it's never even fought a battle.

When he opened his eyes again, a burning fighting spirit ignited in his Golden Eyes, sweeping over the crowd waiting in front of him like two rising suns.

"No one should be going to hold back, right?" Qin Wangchuan asked the question again, his voice calm.

Before Zhou Yunyi could speak, Yan Wujin raised his hand and shouted, "Wait! You also have Golden Crow. Let's make a deal— Golden Crow can fight each other, but they can't kill each other, okay?"

Reviving this thing will be a real hassle.

Qin Wangchuan nodded. "Alright."

His gaze swept over the crowd one last time, and his voice suddenly turned stern:

"Then--begin!"

As soon as the word "beginning" was uttered, Ye Lingchuan, who was standing at the forefront holding the Immortal Coffin, tensed up instantly, preparing to receive the earth-shattering first blow.

However, what he saw were Soldier Puppet appearing out of thin air.

More than twenty fully armed Soldier Puppet broke free from the "Boundary Defining Existence" state and silently appeared in various parts of the arena.

"Oh no, they're Soldier Puppet! There are traps hidden all around!"

Ye Lingchuan had just shouted his warning when he saw that the Soldier Puppet did not attack. Instead, they unfurled rings of flowing purple light behind them.

"That's... a furnace...?"

This action surprised Ye Lingchuan —if it was a sneak attack, why not attack directly instead of activating the furnace first?

Anyone would assume these Soldier Puppet were intended for surprise attacks.

But that's not actually the case.

Each Soldier Puppet has more than one Spirit Gathering Formation on its body. What would happen if they were linked together?

From a bird's-eye view, each Soldier Puppet stands precisely in a specific position, connected to each other, forming a perfect circle.

All the Soldier Puppet simultaneously operated the Thunder Furnace, but these furnaces were not used to strengthen themselves; rather, they were interconnected, forming a massive array.

It frantically absorbs the spiritual Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, refines it to perfection, and transforms it into a surging torrent of Spiritual Power, continuously supplying it to the next person.

One after another, one link after another.

Just as Ye Lingchuan was pondering, Yun Zexuan's urgent shout came from behind, "It's an unknown Spirit Gathering Formation! Interrupt it! Quickly!"

Although Yun Zexuan reacted very quickly.

But it was too late.

Qin Wangchuan stood at the center, and used his Supreme Dao Heart to further refine and compress the Spiritual Power that had been tempered by Soldier Puppet more than once, which was surging in from all directions.

Then, he uttered a word that would be unfamiliar to anyone:

"Wanjie Thunder Furnace? Fourth Gear!"

Before he could finish speaking, everyone saw a blur before their eyes, and Qin Wangchuan's figure vanished abruptly amidst a sky full of Lightning Light.

The next second, a deafening explosion came from the side.

Li Xuan, who had been standing at the back, had vanished without a trace. When they turned around, they saw Qin Wangchuan holding Li Xuan's head in one hand and blasting him away like a meteor! Wherever his figure passed, buildings were pierced, tiles flew everywhere, beams and pillars collapsed, and a rolling cloud of dust ripped through the ground, causing all the stone slabs on the ground to fly away!

At the end of the smoke-filled wall, they witnessed the horrifying sight of Qin Wangchuan forcefully embedding Li Xuan's head into the city wall.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread menacingly across the city wall.

The battle reached a fever pitch from the very first second.