Although Li Linglong won quickly, she didn't expend much energy.
However, the final round of the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet will not begin soon, which gives the participants some time to prepare.
In the days leading up to the finals, Han Xuanji felt a rare sense of tension.
He hadn't felt this way in a long time.
Since stepping onto the Eternal Continent, aside from the initial dangers of the Primordial Sea, I have entered unknown regions upon entering the Eternal Continent.
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Neither the numerous trials within the Ten Directions Immortal Hall nor the selection battles of the Sacred Court brought him any pressure...
He maintained an almost absolute composure throughout.
Because as long as Undying, he doesn't care; he can eventually outlast everyone.
This time, however, he represented not only the Sacred Court, but also the Ten Directions Holy Lord.
He received the inheritance of the Ten Directions Holy Lord and the Divine Might Like a Prison Painting; he kept these favors in his heart.
Having taken on this cause and effect, we must live up to this legacy.
He wasn't afraid of losing and losing face, but if he really lost, it wouldn't just mean he lost, it would also mean that the Sacred Court and the Ten Directions Holy Lord had been defeated.
Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.
The Supreme Qian Dao Arena was once again bustling with activity, more lively than any previous battle.
The nine high platforms were packed to capacity, with even many seats that were usually empty being filled with tables and chairs that had been temporarily added.
The white jade platform was completely covered in dark clouds, and countless figures floated on the sea of clouds surrounding the dojo, densely packed together.
This was a decisive battle worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Eternal Continent.
The Tianming Divine Maiden of the Hongmeng Dao Palace, against the Undefeated Young Venerable of the Sacred Court.
The former was a title given to Li Linglong by a powerful figure from the Hongmeng Dao Palace, who believed that Li Linglong represented Tianming and would surely lead the Hongmeng Dao Palace to achieve a six-time consecutive championship.
The latter title was given to Han Xuanji by well-meaning but mischievous people.
Because someone discovered that Han Xuanji had never been defeated since he came all the way from Thousand Souls City, and because he was the most dazzling genius of the Holy Venerable Tianming lineage, someone first called him " Undefeated Young Venerable," and the title quickly spread throughout the entire Daoist temple.
When Han Xuanji heard this title, she almost choked.
He felt inexplicably ashamed.
He had fought his way up from Thousand Souls City without ever losing, but the title of " Undefeated Young Venerable " sounded a bit exaggerated.
Mo Chenxiao, however, laughed heartily, patting his shoulder and teasing him:
Will our Undefeated Young Venerable bring good news this time?
Han Xuanji took a deep breath, suppressing the tension in his heart, and spoke calmly:
"I will bring victory back to the Sacred Court."
Upon hearing this, both Mo Chenxiao and Leng Qianshuang were slightly taken aback.
Logically, Han Xuanji should have said "I will do my best," and then surprised them with a spectacular battle.
But this time, he said, "Bring victory back."
These words were too definitive, so definitive that they didn't seem like Han Xuanji's usual cautious nature.
The master and disciple exchanged a glance, but neither of them said anything.
They don't dislike such remarks.
On the contrary, they had been waiting for Han Xuanji like this for a long time.
It would be abnormal for a cultivator who came from a small border town and fought his way to the finals of the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet to lack even this much confidence.
Mo Chenxiao took a deep breath, reached out and patted Han Xuanji's shoulder, his tone unusually gentle:
"It's alright. Regardless of victory or defeat, you are always the best disciple in your master's eyes."
We are proud of you.
Han Xuanji nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the battlefield teleportation array.
The battlefield was a massive island suspended in the void.
The platform has no boundaries; all around is a vast sea of stars, with starlight projected from infinite distances, making the entire space both magnificent and desolate.
Li Linglong entered this area earlier than Han Xuanji.
She stood in mid-air, her plain white dress shimmering with a faint Hongmeng purple hue under the starlight. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and though she wore no makeup, she possessed a cool and elegant beauty that made people afraid to look directly at her.
Her temperament was somewhat similar to Leng Qianshuang's Leng Qianshuang, but she possessed an even more ethereal and otherworldly quality, as if she were born untouchable.
The Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart endowed her not only with talent in cultivation, but also with a kind of natural affinity and clarity with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
She stood there, as if she were part of this world, inspiring awe and awe.
Han Xuanji also stepped onto this Starry Sky, his gaze falling on Li Linglong.
Even without the system, he could see some of the other party's background. But to be honest, anyone who wasn't blind would know that the woman in front of him was definitely an extraordinary person.
Han Xuanji cautiously used the system to investigate the other party.
The result remained unchanged, and the description was exactly the same as before.
"I think I was being too imaginative before."
Han Xuanji pondered in secret.
He had been pondering whether it was possible for Zhu to suddenly take Li Linglong away, causing chaos in Dragon Terrace and prompting the nine supreme powers to act together, unleashing a bloodbath.
The truth is, he was overthinking it.
The two were far apart, standing facing each other from a distance.
Before the fight even started, Li Linglong spoke first.
Her voice was clear and melodious, her tone gentle and polite.
"Fellow Daoist Han, I've long admired you."
She bowed slightly, offering a very brief greeting:
"In this battle, I seek only the Dao Path, regardless of life or death, victory or defeat. I hope Fellow Daoist Han will not let this cause any rift between us."
Although the two fought representing their respective factions, they had no personal grudges against each other.
Upon hearing this, Han Xuanji's heart stirred slightly.
He could tell that Li Linglong was speaking from the heart.
This person is just like him.
They had little interest in so-called honors and fame.
If possible, they would prefer to cultivate themselves quietly to a sufficiently high level, without having to stand in the spotlight and be watched by others.
But fate has thrust them onto this stage, so they have no choice but to give it their all.
Han Xuanji returned her greeting, his tone equally sincere:
"Fellow Daoist Li, you are too kind. Regardless of the outcome of today's battle, it is an honor to have fought against you."
Li Linglong gazed at him quietly for a few moments, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
There was no hostility in that smile; instead, it carried a strange kind of appreciation.
She nodded, said no more, and Hongmeng purple light slowly rose around her.
She dared not be careless in front of Han Xuanji.
She knew all too well how terrifying Han Xuanji's explosive power and strength were; it was a power unlike that of a normal Eternal True God.
Han Xuanji also calmed his mind, circulating the Power of Mystic Heaven within his body, and pale golden flames and silver Power of Autonomous Ultra Instinct simultaneously appeared on his body surface.
Under the starlight, two figures faced each other across the void, each gathering their strength.
The entire void fell silent, as if even the stars were holding their breath, waiting for the battle to begin.
The next second.
Han Xuanji's aura was not visible, but his figure vanished into thin air.