Invasion of the Myriad Worlds

Winds rise and clouds surge; it is an era of great contention.

Following the rumors spread by the Ice-Sealed Sword Saint and others, information regarding Lin Huang has traveled far among the geniuses of the Myriad Worlds. Many geniuses from outside the realm, who originally paid no attention to the Human Realm's First Martial Arts Tournament, have begun to flex their muscles. Under the ambiguous attitude of the Human Realm's Arbitration Bureau, they have crossed boundaries, stirring up massive waves.

"Damn it! Damn it! Have the brains of those people at the Arbitration Bureau been kicked by a donkey? How could they approve so many entry applications?"

As the head of the Law Enforcement Department, the Spring-Autumn King is suffering from a massive headache. In just two days, geniuses from across the Myriad Worlds have arrived in the Human Realm. They aren't here for sightseeing; they all have one goal: to challenge, challenge, and challenge.

These fellows act as if they've been injected with stimulants, following the dossiers of the two hundred seeded contestants and issuing challenges like madmen. If they were ordinary people, it wouldn't matter; the seeded contestants wouldn't even need to step forward, as their own sects could beat these arrogant fools into dead dogs.

However, these geniuses who have the courage to cross realms are all true prodigies with deep backgrounds. Furthermore, they are extremely measured, not crossing the bottom lines of the Arbitration Bureau or the Ten Great Sacred Lands, and only challenging those seeded contestants whose backgrounds are not sufficiently formidable.

Even so, these duels between geniuses have caused significant losses to the Human Realm.

"The higher-ups just wag their tongues, and I'm the one running my legs off." The Spring-Autumn King tosses the report in front of him, his head throbbing, and laughs in extreme anger. "Let them fight. Let them fight. Every one that dies is one less to worry about."

After venting for a moment, the Spring-Autumn King suppresses his headache, picks up the report, and examines it carefully.

He is shocked by what he sees: in just two days, the two hundred seeded contestants have undergone a massive purge. Nearly half have been defeated in challenges, their spots taken by geniuses from the Myriad Worlds.

"Are they trying to turn the First Martial Arts Tournament into the Myriad Worlds First Martial Arts Tournament?" The Spring-Autumn King slams the table, shattering the report into powder.

"It's utterly nonsensical. Driving away wolves to repel tigers? Letting so many geniuses from the Myriad Worlds join in? If they actually defeat Lin Huang, can we guarantee that our Human Realm geniuses will take first place?"

"If the champion of the Human Realm's First Martial Arts Tournament ends up being an outsider, that would truly be the biggest joke in the Myriad Worlds."

The Spring-Autumn King growls through gritted teeth, his fingers moving as he prepares to find someone to notify Lin Huang.

"Lin Huang, oh Lin Huang. Can't you keep a low profile instead of stirring up such a storm? Look at the mess you're in now. With so many hungry wolves eyeing you, even a Saint would lose a chunk of flesh, let alone you—a damn pseudo-saint who hasn't even completed the Six Paths in One."

The more the Spring-Autumn King thinks about it, the angrier he gets, but he knows that with things having evolved to this point, there must be a mastermind behind it all that he cannot interfere with. After complaining a bit, he can't help but feel worried for Lin Huang.

"Why am I worrying about that kid? Honestly, if I weren't a bit too old, I'd want to participate myself. Beating up a Saint—that's something I wouldn't have even dared to imagine before."

The Spring-Autumn King knows why these geniuses from the Myriad Worlds are acting in unison; it is not to humiliate Lin Huang, but to gain experience in life-and-death combat against a Saint.

After all, a Great Saint like Lin Huang, who has attained the Saint position but has yet to complete the Six Paths in One, can be said to be unprecedented and likely never to be repeated.

To these geniuses of the Myriad Worlds, whose hearts are higher than the heavens, Lin Huang in this state is simply the best whetstone and stepping stone.

That is why so many outside geniuses are flexing their muscles, swarming in from hundreds of millions of miles away.

At his residence in Daqian Prefecture, Lin Huang stands still, carefully contemplating.

With his Divine Body perfected and the method of the Six Paths established, Lin Huang can now be said to truly stand at the height of a Great Saint, gaining new insights into the Saint position every day.

As long as there is anything in the world related to Lin Huang, he can sense it—a connection between heaven and man. He gets premonitions and gut feelings, knowing good from bad. If he were proficient in the Way of Change, he could even calculate the entire sequence of events with a flick of his fingers.

And that is not even the half of it. If he could attain the Divine position and become a True God, he would instantly know whenever someone chanted his name and could manifest an avatar. That would be true omnipotence and omnipresence.

Outside, the winds are rising and clouds are surging, with countless geniuses from outside the realm coming for him. Lin Huang senses this through his connection with heaven and man, his heart stirred. He casts a divination, but unfortunately, he has not yet begun to study the Way of Change and only has a superficial understanding. However, the hexagram does not show any ill omens, so he pays it no mind.

He hasn't encountered any experts in the preliminary rounds over the past two days, but they have provided him with many insights, and his Six Paths Divine Fist has become increasingly profound. However, he is still hesitant about another method; after all, this is his path, and he cannot change it or go back on it, so he must be cautious.

"It's a pity I haven't encountered any disciples of the Samsara Dojo these past two days. Otherwise, I could have gained more enlightenment from the Samsara Divine Eye." Lin Huang rubs his knuckles. After several preliminary rounds, he has seen ten thousand methods and ten thousand paths, and he has discovered that the method most suitable for the Six Paths is likely Samsara.

If he hasn't found a more compatible method by the time the First Martial Arts Tournament ends, Lin Huang plans to visit the Samsara Dojo himself to properly learn the mysteries of the Samsara Divine Eye.

Having methodically set his plans, Lin Huang suddenly feels a stir in his heart. He takes a step and leaves his room, arriving at another city in Daqian Prefecture.

Rong City. The most prestigious dojo in Daqian Prefecture, the Qingcheng Dojo, is located here.

At this moment, Rong City is in an uproar. Many hot-blooded youths are crowding into the Qingcheng Dojo, where a challenge is currently taking place.

"The number one genius of the Sanggui Clan is challenging Yu Qingfeng, the chief disciple of the Qingcheng Dojo, trying to snatch his spot as a seeded contestant."

"What?! Those bastards from the Sanggui Clan actually dare to come to the Human Realm, and claiming to be the number one genius at that? Let's go, everyone, let's go cheer for Yu Qingfeng!"

"The number one genius of the Sanggui Clan has come to challenge?" Lin Huang is lost in thought. Miles away, he felt a stir in his heart; he hadn't expected it to be someone from the Sanggui Clan.

The Hundred Sages Reform Heaven originated in the Human Realm.

At that time, the Human Realm was precarious, besieged by the Myriad Worlds. The Sang World, being the closest to the Human Realm, acted as the vanguard, causing much slaughter in the Human Realm and earning the hatred of its people.

The Sanggui Clan of the Sang World developed and grew precisely because they plundered many supreme techniques from the Human Realm, evolving from a small world into one of the top hundred great worlds in the Myriad Worlds.

Therefore, even after one hundred thousand years, the Human Realm and the Sang World still despise each other due to their ancestral feud; neither thinks much of the other.

"Master Yu. I am Dahe Yidao. It is a great honor to fight you. Please, enlighten me."

Dahe Yidao is the recognized number one genius of the Sanggui Clan's generation, possessing great strength and a record of defeating Kings while at a lower level; he cannot be underestimated.

Yu Qingfeng, known as the Qingfeng One Sword, is the most outstanding disciple of the current generation of the Qingcheng Dojo and is ranked 135th among the two hundred seeded contestants.

"Why so much nonsense? If you want to fight, then fight." Yu Qingfeng sneers, gripping his sword, standing as immovable as a mountain.

"Good." Dahe Yidao slowly draws his Sang blade. "My blade technique was practiced daily facing the Sang River. After I finished my apprenticeship, I named myself Dahe. I have roamed the Sang World, and among my peers, I only ever need to strike once, hence the name Dahe Yidao. Master Yu, be careful."

Before he even finishes speaking, Dahe Yidao moves—fast, fast, fast!

As fast as a thunderbolt, with no flashy techniques, just pure speed. In an instant, he is at Yu Qingfeng's face.

Yu Qingfeng's pupils constrict, and he draws his sword, but it is only halfway out when Dahe Yidao respectfully takes three steps back and sheathes his blade. "I concede."

Many people do not understand what happened and immediately start jeering. The disciples of the Qingcheng Dojo also sneer repeatedly. Yu Qingfeng's expression is dark and uncertain. "Shut up."

With a shout, Yu Qingfeng smiles bitterly. "I lost."

As the words fall, his longsword snaps with a clack, the blade that was only half-drawn broken clean in two.