The Sin of Not Fighting

"Mm. This White Dragon truly lives up to his reputation as the Heavenly Dragon King's son. With so many precious resources aiding him, his Life Gene Level is indeed high enough."

The elegant, noble Green-Robed Woman seated on the central throne of the Observation Stand nodded slightly.

The Heavenly Dragon King was an extremely special existence within the Dongdi Clan.

As early as the Realm Lord stage, his law comprehension had already reached the twentieth floor of the Law Tower, falling just short of the Universe Venerable level.

If that were all, he wouldn't be called extremely special. But he had obtained a heaven-defying opportunity, and at the Realm Lord stage, his Life Gene Level had already surpassed a thousandfold.

He had even become a disciple of a truly great existence within the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe.

If not for the sake of producing offspring, he would have broken through to Immortal long ago and wouldn't have lingered so long at the Realm Lord stage.

After his son White Dragon was born, he broke through to Immortal in one go, and his combat power directly rivaled many Universe Venerables. He was regarded as a seed for Universe Master and was highly valued by that great existence of the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe.

In terms of status within the Dongdi Clan, although the Green-Robed Woman was a Universe Venerable, her standing was still inferior to the Heavenly Dragon King's.

And the Heavenly Dragon King placed immense importance on his only son, White Dragon.

For his son's sake, the Heavenly Dragon King had spent who knew how many resources and how much effort.

At the very least, if the Green-Robed Woman were to swap roles with the Heavenly Dragon King, she would absolutely be unwilling to give so many precious resources and treasures to her son instead of using them herself.

"This Feng Hui... he can't hold on much longer."

The Green-Robed Woman shook her head gently, as if feeling regret for Feng Hui.

The gap in Life Gene Level wasn't so easy to bridge. At least, not for the current Feng Hui.

"What a pity. If he hadn't been unlucky enough to run into the Heavenly Dragon King's son, this little fellow would have secured first place."

On the arena.

"No good. I can't hold out much longer."

Feng Hui gritted his teeth. "I'll go all out with a killing move!"

"Time-Space Kill!"

A dazzling blade light rose from the ground. Time and space seemed to tremble before that blade light, and in an instant, it slashed toward White Dragon along the fluctuations of spacetime.

But this time, the "Time-Space Kill" secret technique from the initial chapter of the Cosmic Scripture didn't prove as invincible as before.

As Feng Hui's blade light struck like lightning, the long staff in White Dragon's hand, gleaming with a deep blue luster, transformed in the blink of an eye into an unbreakable barrier, firmly blocking this earth-shattering blow.

"Boom!"

The moment the two clashed, a deafening roar erupted, as if heaven and earth themselves changed color at that instant.

The fluctuations of spacetime were drawn by this force, forming visible ripples that spread outward in rings. Even the surrounding space seemed twisted by this power, revealing a strange, blurred, trembling scene.

White Dragon sneered coldly. "I've been guarding against that move of yours all along."

Feng Hui inwardly cried out in alarm. Earlier, to defeat the youth wielding the Thunder Great Axe, he had been forced to use this killing move. White Dragon, watching from below the arena at the time, had likely already sensed and prepared for it.

"The famous Cosmic Scripture—its secret techniques and killing moves are indeed impressive. But... I know techniques of this level too."

"That should be your strongest strike. But I, White Dragon, haven't even used my strongest blow yet."

The Water-Blue Secret Patterns on White Dragon's body surface seemed to be activated by some mysterious power, suddenly blazing with dazzling light.

As the light flared, White Dragon's power surged in an instant, as if thousands of rivers and seas had converged into his body, his momentum vast and unstoppable.

Borrowing this surging power, White Dragon swung his long staff and struck down at Feng Hui's war blade with the force of a thunderbolt.

Just as Feng Hui was about to be overwhelmed and severely injured, a flash of green light swept past, and he was directly teleported out of the arena.

The arena duel ended in defeat.

In the end, Feng Hui still lost to White Dragon, only taking second place in the final showdown of the Eastern Domain Tournament.

White Dragon, long staff in hand, stood alone on the arena, his posture straight and proud, looking down at the surroundings.

He swept his gaze across the four directions, as if declaring that he—White Dragon—was the first place of the Eastern Domain Tournament, the number one genius of the new generation at the Cosmic Level in the Eastern Domain.

Even without relying on his father to obtain a spot for the Dongdi Tower inheritance, he could still participate in the Eastern Domain Tournament with dignity, prove himself through his own strength, and fight his way into the Dongdi Tower fair and square.

Recalling that battle just now, especially the moment when the Water-Blue Secret Patterns on White Dragon's body flashed and his power surged—

Feng Hui suddenly thought of the Blood Luo World that had transformed Luo Feng, and the mysterious Blood Warriors.

After being remade by Blood Luo Crystals, a Blood Warrior harbored Blood Luo Power within their body. Once they activated that Blood Luo Power, blood-red secret patterns would emerge on their skin, and their strength would likewise skyrocket.

The Water-Blue Secret Patterns on White Dragon's body were probably something similar to Blood Luo Power.

"I lost without grievance." Feng Hui smiled bitterly. He had been too optimistic before.

Indeed, he couldn't underestimate the heroes of the world. The Virtual Universe Company of humanity in the original universe could send Cosmic Level geniuses into the Blood Luo World for training. By chance, some geniuses could become Blood Warriors, or even Black Warriors. The Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe surely had similar opportunities and methods.

After Feng Hui was teleported out of the arena, Teacher Wala appeared quickly.

"Feng Hui, you performed exceptionally well—far beyond what your teacher imagined."

Teacher Wala stared at Feng Hui, growing more and more satisfied and proud with each passing moment.

This was his Successor, the second-place prodigy of the Eastern Domain Tournament.

"What, still brooding over your loss to White Dragon?"

"No."

"Sigh, losing to him is only natural." Teacher Wala explained, "I didn't know who this White Dragon was before, but on the Observation Stand, I learned from the conversations among those Immortals that he actually has a significant background."

"How significant?" Feng Hui asked curiously.

"His father's status is even higher than that of an ordinary Universe Venerable of our Dongdi Clan."

"In terms of cultivation time, you fall short of him; in terms of talent, he's only slightly inferior to you. But when it comes to background and resources, he far surpasses you."

"White Dragon's Life Gene Level is so high purely because his father piled it up with countless precious resources."

"So don't dwell on it. You lost because your Life Gene Level is far below his, but that's a defeat beyond your control."

"A defeat beyond my control?" Feng Hui shook his head.

There was no way around it—Life Gene Level was also part of one's strength.

You couldn't just run into an enemy with a higher Life Gene Level and say, "This is unfair, I'm not fighting."

Besides, in the Dongdi Clan's cultivation hierarchy, a genius with a higher Life Gene Level was likely valued more for training.

The reason was simple: it required fewer resources to develop, and any gap in law comprehension was negligible.

After all, White Dragon's Life Gene Level boost consumed his father Heavenly Dragon King's treasures and resources, so the Eastern Domain Great World could nurture him with ease and efficiency.

Who could blame him for having such a powerful father?

Being able to rely on one's father was also a form of strength.

Take Blazing Fire Venerable of the Original Universe Human Race and his son Nightmare Candle, for example.

Nightmare Candle was hardly a genius, but he had a good father. Blazing Fire Venerable poured endless resources and effort into his son.

He even gave Nightmare Candle a terrifying treasure that would make even a Universe Venerable envious, choosing to go without it himself.

White Dragon, however, was far superior to that useless Nightmare Candle. He was already a highly motivated prodigy.

Add to that his father's relentless investment, a strong background, abundant resources, natural talent, and extreme diligence—it would be strange if he weren't powerful.