Meng Chuan and the Emperors watched worlds no bigger than bubbles, each one erupting in a battle between Supremes.
Some contestants crushed their opponents like dry branches and rotten wood, even killing them. Others fought bitterly, locked in a stalemate.
Whenever someone died, the battlefield's special power revived them outside it.
Meng Chuan would never let them truly die, of course. But once they entered that battlefield, they believed they could.
That belief was unshakable. In their minds, dying in the tournament meant dying for real.
So everyone fought for their lives. No one held back. They wrung every drop from their potential and unleashed power they had never shown before.
The Emperors watched every Supreme's battle intently. They saw each collision of Dao and technique, each clash of mind and will, and committed it all to memory.
Glimmers of Numinous Light Dao Rhythm sprouted in the Emperors' hearts, and boundless Great Daos unfolded within them. They absorbed the wisdom of every Supreme.
It became nourishment, became a deeper foundation, and opened the Emperors' paths.
Meng Chuan smiled faintly. It seemed the Dao Realm would soon have several more True Immortals.
That also meant the Emperors as a whole would step into another realm: the domain of the undying.
A father's pride at seeing his children grow suddenly rose in Meng Chuan's heart.
Then he looked at Ruthless and silently crushed the thought...
"Will Number One Under Heaven achieve Attainment of the Dao directly?" A cool voice sounded in Meng Chuan's mind.
Ruthless had sent him a message through divine sense to avoid disturbing the Emperors.
She seemed to have sensed his gaze, even though his eyes were closed.
"More or less," Meng Chuan replied the same way.
"Who will be Number One Under Heaven?"
*"Don't ask me. I don't