End of the Elimination Tournament

It was early morning on the thirteenth day in World Zone 66.

Only 592 contestants remained in World Zone 66. Some world zones had already finished their matches.

At this moment, only 592 contestants remained across the entire world. Looking at the other world zones, some had long since completed the preliminary selection, while the rest had entered the final stages. Zhou Yuan was in a muddy swamp, engaged in a fierce battle with a group of Tide Thorn aliens.

The Tide Thorn were an utterly insignificant ordinary race in the universe. However, after repeated enhancements by the Virtual Universe, the Water Origin Law and Space Origin Law of this batch of aliens had both reached the threshold.

They had bodies like giant octopuses. Their thorn-covered tentacles could cleave boulders with ease, while the water they sprayed contained a bone-chilling cold powerful enough to freeze the origin force of Universe Ninth Order powerhouses.

"Squelch—" Zhou Yuan brought the Breaking Mountain Blade in his hand crashing down. The ocher blade aura collided with the Tide Thorn's curtain of water, sending mist billowing into the sky. The aliens were no longer comparable to those at the beginning. They were no longer opponents he could kill with a single slash. Killing each one now required precise blade techniques coordinated with law suppression.

I can't use my ultimate move anymore. The virtual body's recovery speed is too slow. Zhou Yuan calculated silently.

He had not stopped fighting since yesterday, and his origin force consumption was enormous. If he rashly used a secret art, he might be forced into a disadvantage when he encountered a powerful enemy later.

He could only restrain his aura and fight in the most origin-force-conserving manner. Every slash struck precisely at the Tide Thorn's vital points, while the heavy power of the Earth Origin Law gradually wore down the aliens' defenses.

The viewing area in the outer space beyond World Zone 66 was already packed with representatives of various factions and watching powerhouses.

Everyone stared at the number of contestants steadily decreasing on the screen. They all knew that the preliminary selection was about to end, and the focus of their discussions had always been Zhou Yuan.

"God of Blades Zhou Yuan is truly strong. Everyone else is hiding from the aliens and running for their lives, but he's the only one still actively hunting them!" a Universe Level mercenary exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration.

"Look at his movement technique. The phantom bodies he reveals from time to time definitely mean he's cultivated the Myriad Transformations Secret Art! I wonder which level he's reached." The descendant of an undying family beside him pointed at the screen, his eyes shining.

"He has comprehended the Earth Origin Law and the Space Origin Law, and his level of comprehension is even higher than mine. This boy's potential is simply unfathomable!" A World Lord level powerhouse stroked his chin, disbelief flashing through his eyes.

As time passed, the number on the screen continued to jump:

510→509→508→507→506→505→504→503→502→501

The instant the number settled at 501, a dazzling pillar of light suddenly illuminated the skies of World Zone 66.

All the surviving contestants were enveloped by an invisible force and instantly teleported out of the elimination world.

"The preliminary selection for World Zone 66 has ended!" The cold system notification rang out in the viewing area, announcing the official end of this brutal battle royale involving nearly a million participants.

Zhou Yuan took first place in the world zone by an overwhelming margin. His points were a full three times higher than those of the runner-up, and this result left every spectator deeply shaken.

Zhou Yuan felt his vision blur, and in the next second, he appeared high above the Purple Zenith Continent. The moment he steadied himself, the virtual communicator on his wrist began vibrating wildly.

"Beep beep beep!" "Beep beep beep!" "Beep beep beep!" A continuous stream of call requests surged in like a tide, and the number displayed on the screen was climbing wildly.

"Master, we've received 612 call requests. Two more just came in, making 614 now, and the number is still increasing!" Beibei's voice rang out in Zhou Yuan's mind.

"Block all communications." Zhou Yuan looked at the densely packed list of requests and felt a headache coming on.

He knew they were all recruitment calls from various factions. There was no need to deal with them now. His target was membership in the Primal Secret Realm of the Virtual Universe Company.

After saying that, Zhou Yuan directly severed his connection to the Virtual Universe, and his consciousness returned to reality.

"Little fellow, hello." As soon as his consciousness returned to reality, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded, startling Zhou Yuan.

He abruptly raised his head and saw a middle-aged man in a purple robe standing in the center of the room. He had handsome features and deep eyes, and an imposing air radiated from him that inspired awe without anger.

"Little fellow, I am Purple Zenith. You can call me Purple Chen Nation Lord. Don't worry, I mean you no harm." The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Yuan, who was on guard, and smiled gently.

"Greetings, Nation Lord!" Zhou Yuan was startled inwardly and hurriedly bowed.

He knew exactly how important Purple Chen Nation Lord was. Universe Nation Lords were all high-level Venerables, and they stood at the upper echelons of humanity. A casual strike from him could kill countless versions of Zhou Yuan, so Zhou Yuan could not help but take him seriously.

Purple Chen Nation Lord waved his hand, signaling that Zhou Yuan did not need to be so formal.

He got straight to the point. "Little fellow, you are quite impressive. I came this time because I want to take you to the Purple Zenith Secret Realm. Quite a few aliens have already set their sights on you. Although this place is a base of the Universe Mercenary Alliance, its personnel are mixed, making it difficult to completely stop an assassination attempt by the aliens."

He paused, his gaze settling on Zhou Yuan with a trace of approval. "With your talent and potential, you are destined to rank first in this Powerhouse Battle. Moreover, you are a rare genius even across millions or tens of millions of editions of the Powerhouse Battle. You possess a trace of the talent needed to reach my level. We can't let the aliens assassinate you."

Zhou Yuan's heart stirred. What Purple Chen Nation Lord said was indeed reasonable. The aliens had never stopped assassinating geniuses. In the original novel, Luo Feng had been assassinated several times. It was perfectly normal for the aliens to target him after he had exposed his strength this time.

Moreover, the fact that Purple Chen Nation Lord had personally come to receive him represented the Nation Lord's regard for him. With Purple Chen Nation Lord's protection, he could also avoid assassination attempts by the aliens.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan bowed again, gratitude showing on his face. "Thank you for your favor, Nation Lord! I am willing to follow you to the Purple Zenith Secret Realm."

Purple Chen Nation Lord nodded in satisfaction, a trace of relief flashing through his eyes. "Good. Then let's set out now."

Before he had finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved. Spatial power wrapped around Zhou Yuan. Zhou Yuan felt his body grow light as a gentle force enveloped him, and in the next second, he appeared in the planetary region of the Sixth Continent.

Purple Chen Nation Lord casually summoned an undying alien from the World Ring. This undying alien stood nearly ten meters tall, its entire body covered in dark golden scales.

"Use Divine Kingdom transportation to travel to the Purple Zenith Secret Realm." Purple Chen Nation Lord's tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority.

"I will obey my master's command." The undying alien respectfully lowered its head, its voice hoarse like scraping metal.

Weng~~~

A hazy, deep-blue radiance resembling seawater enveloped the surroundings. Zhou Yuan and Purple Chen Nation Lord, shrouded in the light, could vaguely see the vast world at the end of the passage. That was the Divine Kingdom of the undying alien.

Whoosh!

The light suddenly contracted, and the figures of the three vanished from the starry sky of the Sixth Continent like meteors, leaving behind only a faint fluctuation of Divine Kingdom power.