If Bai Yi hadn't fallen into a moment of enlightenment, that palm strike would have killed dozens of people.
As an inspector, he would never intervene to save anyone, no matter what. Now that he had saved their lives, however, the rules for elimination still had to be followed.
"Senior Brother Xue..."
"Junior Brother Kong, will this genius really keep shattering everyone's understanding of what's possible?"
Senior Brother Xue lowered his head to look at the faint trace of Burning on his palm, then gazed toward Bai Yi, who was now moving with even greater ease among the crowd after his sudden enlightenment. A trace of dejection crept into his voice.
"There will always be someone greater, and there will always be a higher heaven."
"For the vast majority of cultivators, aren't we ourselves peerless prodigies?"
Junior Brother Kong sighed as he explained, then closed his eyes once more and immersed himself in his own cultivation.
The second day came to an end. With the arrival of the third day, the original fifty-odd arenas merged into ten in one fell swoop.
After another, even more brutal round of eliminations, the number of Golden Core prodigies still standing had already fallen below the required thousand.
When the fourth day began, the remaining ten arenas merged once more, becoming a single arena suspended high in the sky.
The void settled. Hundreds of figures flickered into view on the brand-new arena.
Mystic Magnetite Goldrock, sturdy enough to withstand the might of Nascent Soul True Lords, covered the arena in paving stones. It stretched for over a hundred kilometers, with four jade pillars rising skyward at its corners, carved with countless mysterious Dao Patterns.
Above the four pillars that held up the heavens stood ten platforms suspended in the void. Countless viewing areas