Kunlun Mountain, Four Sects Tournament

In the blink of an eye, sixty years had passed.

During this time, Chen Yang had remained in a state of enlightenment, mainly comprehending divine abilities, spells, and other offensive methods.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared before Chen Yang.

It was Duobao.

"Disciple..."

Chen Yang awoke from his enlightenment, somewhat startled. "Huh... Master, why are you here?"

"A thousand years have passed. The Three Sects Tournament is approaching, and it is time for us to head to Kunlun."

Duobao spoke calmly.

Chen Yang suddenly understood.

After quickly tidying up, he followed Duobao to Biyou Palace.

At this time, on a plaza outside Biyou Palace.

This was usually where Tongtian gave his teachings, but countless meditation cushions had now been laid out. Though the cushions were small, each contained a small world of its own.

Such were the methods of a Saint.

The Jie Sect disciples had been waiting for quite some time. Upon seeing their senior brother Duobao, they all bowed. "Greetings, Senior Brother Duobao!"

Duobao flicked his whisk and smiled. "Greetings, junior brothers and sisters. Disciple... come, greet your martial uncles and aunts."

Chen Yang immediately stepped forward. "Chen Yang greets all of my martial uncles and aunts."

Seeing this, everyone smiled and nodded. They did not treat him as an outsider.

Over the past thousand years, they had become exceedingly familiar with Chen Yang, especially with the disturbances he had caused, which had repeatedly awakened them from secluded cultivation.

Moreover, they all knew that Lord Tongtian had bestowed the Slaying Immortals Sword upon him.

Naturally, they had all kept an eye on this martial nephew of theirs.

Just then, Duobao spoke aloud once more. "Disciple... come greet your Martial Uncle Zhao Gongming, as well as your three martial aunts, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao."

Following his words, Chen Yang bowed again. "Chen Yang greets Martial Uncle Zhao Gongming and the three martial aunts."

Following Duobao, Chen Yang got to know quite a few members of the Jie Sect.

The disciples also thought rather highly of this martial nephew.

As they chatted, a mysterious Dao aura silently emerged, instantly causing every Jie Sect disciple to unconsciously fall silent.

They saw a Daoist in a green robe walking out from the void, a Green Peace Sword strapped to his back and a whisk in his hand. Dao aura swirled around him, while golden lotuses bloomed in his wake.

Everyone immediately stepped forward and bowed.

"Disciples greet Master."

"Grand-disciples greet Grandmaster!"

Tongtian waved his hand, his treasure-like appearance solemn. "Are you all prepared?"

"Master, everything is ready," Duobao stepped forward and said.

"Mm, let us go..."

With a flick of Tongtian's whisk, a white cloud immediately rose beneath them, carrying the Jie Sect disciples toward Kunlun Mountain.

The Kunlun Immortal Realm was breathtakingly beautiful.

Immortal mountains wound endlessly through the distance, spiritual qi rising in the air. Immortal herbs and exotic flowers flourished everywhere, immortal cranes flew together, and divine rainbows formed bridges...

Countless dreamlike immortal scenes appeared here, truly living up to Kunlun's name.

Tongtian brought his disciples down upon Kunlun Mountain, before Yuxu Palace.

At this time, the Exposition Sect disciples had long been waiting there.

Guangchengzi, the Exposition Sect's senior brother, wore a Daoist robe and gently waved his whisk as he respectfully said, "All disciples of the Exposition Sect welcome Martial Uncle and all brothers of the Jie Sect!"

"Welcome, Martial Uncle! Welcome, brothers of the Jie Sect!"

The Exposition Sect disciples behind him spoke in unison.

Tongtian's gaze swept over them indifferently. After giving a slight nod, he turned and said, "Duobao, make the arrangements..."

With that, Tongtian vanished, heading for the cave abode where Yuanshi was staying.

Duobao said nothing more and respectfully accepted the order.

The Jie Sect disciples had long grown accustomed to this. After all, among the disciples, Senior Brother Duobao was the one who usually managed them.

With a solemn expression, Duobao looked toward the Exposition Sect disciples. "Junior Brother Guangchengzi... it has been several epochs since we last met. Your cultivation has improved considerably..."

Guangchengzi did not stand on ceremony. He laughed aloud and said, "It is all thanks to Master's guidance. Senior Brother Duobao, why do we not exchange insights on the Dao?"

Duobao glanced at the eager Exposition Sect disciples and shook his head. "There is no need to discuss the Dao just yet. Arrange lodging for us first."

Guangchengzi nodded, then suddenly changed the subject. "Senior Brother Duobao... there has been a slight change to this Three Sects Tournament. I hope the brothers of the Jie Sect are mentally prepared."

Duobao looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean, Junior Brother?"

Guangchengzi smiled. "Senior Brother Duobao... when Master last discussed the Dao with the two Saints of the Western Sect, the Three Sects Tournament happened to come up. The two Martial Uncles were greatly interested upon hearing of it and said they would bring their disciples to participate."

Duobao understood and flicked his whisk. "That does make things more interesting."

Duobao did not particularly care about the Western Sect joining.

Just then.

Beyond Kunlun, Buddhist light began to shine as Sanskrit chants echoed through the air.

Within the Buddhist light, two figures bathed in radiance slowly descended upon Kunlun Mountain.

Duobao stepped forward and bowed with neither servility nor arrogance. "Duobao of the Jie Sect greets Saint Jieyin and Saint Zhunti."

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed.

After the five Saints gathered at Kunlun Mountain, waves of Dao sounds began to resound.

The five Saints seemed to be discussing something.

The disciples of the four sects also took this opportunity to comprehend the heavenly voices of the Saints and gain insight into the Great Dao.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

On this day, a golden bell rang out. Everyone awoke from secluded cultivation and headed for Yuxu Square as though by unspoken agreement.

The bell signified that the tournament was about to begin.

At this time, Duobao also brought Chen Yang toward Yuxu Square.

Along the way, Duobao instructed him, "Disciple... you are now a Golden Immortal. Your strength is outstanding among the disciples. I am having you participate in this tournament, firstly to temper you, and secondly because I hope the Jie Sect will have someone capable of holding the stage. Your grandmaster... he desperately needs a victory!"

Chen Yang nodded. "Master... will you not be participating in this tournament?"

Duobao was already a Great Luo Golden Immortal. If he participated, the Jie Sect would have a very high chance of winning!

"Of course I cannot participate. If a Great Luo joins, the tournament would lose all meaning. Furthermore, the other four direct disciples of the Jie Sect will not participate either." Duobao shook his head as he spoke.

"What about those people from the Exposition Sect?" Chen Yang asked again.

"Martial Uncle Yuanshi is extremely strict in teaching his disciples. Golden Immortals below the Undying Realm may not break through to Grand Unity, and those in the Grand Unity Realm who have not reached the Ultimate Realm may not break through to the Great Luo Realm. Therefore, most of the Exposition Sect's junior brothers are still in the Grand Unity Realm, and none are Great Luo Golden Immortals."

Duobao spoke slowly.

Chen Yang nodded and said nothing further.

Before long, everyone arrived at Yuxu Square.

The five Saints also quietly arrived.

Seeing them, the many disciples all bowed.

Laozi sat in the seat of honor and spoke indifferently to the disciples. "This tournament will differ from the arena battles of the past. You will each receive a token before entering the Skyland Landscape Painting! The Skyland Landscape Painting is a high-grade spiritual treasure that contains a world within it. Our five Saints have placed many opportunities within this world. After entering, you may seek opportunities or seize the tokens of others. Anyone whose token is taken will be immediately eliminated and transmitted out of the Skyland Landscape Painting..."

Laozi explained the tournament rules simply and clearly.

The disciples looked at one another in confusion after hearing this.

Yuanshi continued, "There will be only one victor in this tournament, and the rest will not be ranked. Therefore, even fellow disciples may become opponents! Furthermore, restrictions have been placed within the Skyland Landscape Painting. No magical treasures may be used. You may rely only on your own cultivation and divine abilities."

A thousand years would be the time limit, with everyone entering the Skyland Landscape Painting to fight!

And there would be only one winner?!

Even fellow disciples might have to fight one another!