Xiao Tian, Wushan of the Ancient Witch Tribe, the Ink Qilin, the Enchanting Vermilion Bird, and the Pu Demon Tree.
The five strongest Supremes of the outer disciples had been decided, but the top three still had to be selected from among them.
As it turned out, Deputy Temple Master Xi Yue came up with another twist.
"A five-way melee. The three left standing will take the top three places."
As her cool, noble voice rang out, hazy as moonlight and beguiling as the evening breeze, the original rules-one contestant receiving a bye while the others fought one-on-one-changed at once.
Even the battlefield changed. This time, it actually became the Chaos Sea, where chaos qi seethed, every wisp unbearably heavy. Even Supremes could not survive in the chaos for long, or they would inevitably exhaust their vital essence and die.
Everyone felt it. Their bodies involuntarily descended onto a chaotic meteorite from the Desolate Region beneath their feet.
Within the chaos, even a meteorite was as enormous as a planet in the cosmos.
The Enchanting Vermilion Bird, the Ink Qilin, the burly man of the Ancient Witch Tribe, and the Pu Demon Tree all wore solemn expressions. In the chaos, every movement felt like swinging an entire small world. They were now trudging forward under a crushing burden.
Xiao Tian, however, felt quite comfortable. He discovered that he could directly absorb and refine chaos qi himself, nothing like the others.
By rights, only True Immortals could refine chaos qi to survive, yet Xiao Tian could indeed do it, and found it easy at that. He even felt like a fish returned to water, as though he had come home.
Xiao Tian's expression turned odd. If a world's plane could become as robust as this Chaos Sea, even Supremes fighting within