Chapter 494: Yuan Yao's Certain Victory

The 250 system, after hearing, stayed silent for a long time.

Yuan Yao stepped onto the stage, drew a lot, and her opponent, from Wuliang Island, was at the peak of the late Nascent Soul Realm.

The two stood on the arena platform.

"I am Feng Xiaoxiao," the boy in black robes bowed with clasped hands.

Yuan Yao returned the salute, "I am Yuan Yao, from the Ninth Province."

With those words finished, the two entered combat mode.

Feng Xiaoxiao had watched many of Yuan Yao's matches, so he knew her power was unfathomable, not to mention she had also contracted Yinglong!

Therefore, Feng Xiaoxiao did not dare to underestimate her.

He raised his bare hand, summoning a long sword in his grip.

He immediately lifted the blade and attacked toward Yuan Yao.

Clang!

The swords clashed, producing a sharp, piercing sound.

Yuan Yao calmly responded to the attack, merely dodging without striking back.

Feng Xiaoxiao quickly noticed this, his brows slightly furrowed as he thought, "Does she look down on me?"

Feng Xiaoxiao, still youthful at heart, thought that and decided to unleash all his strength, hoping Yuan Yao would see his might!

But a moment later, Yuan Yao still blocked all his attacks, and she did not counter.

"Why…"

Just as Feng Xiaoxiao began to speak, he suddenly felt a sting in his sea of consciousness; before he could react, a demonic whisper echoed in his mind.

"Enter my Nightmare, see your Nightmare."

Buzz!

Feng Xiaoxiao's whole body stiffened, and his expression soon turned hollow.

Immediately after, he swung the blade toward Yuan Yao with a slightly stiff motion!

The Immortals on the high platform all sensed that Yuan Yao had already restrained Feng Xiaoxiao, and the match should end here.

However, Yuan Yao had no intention of ending it.

What followed astonished the Immortals.

Yuan Yao slightly lifted her head, as if looking at something across the void; she swiftly formed a hand seal, and a Spiritual Energy Seal Totem appeared before her!

"Enter my Nightmare, see your Nightmare—"

In the unseen, she instantly unfurled countless thread‑like strands of spiritual energy, instantly traversing the Water Realm Spirit Crystals to the various corners of the cultivation world!

The spectators, upon seeing the spiritual energy totem before Yuan Yao, felt a sudden buzz in their minds, and their consciousnesses were instantly pulled into Nightmare Space.

The Immortals' expressions changed slightly; they sensed Yuan Yao had cast a spiritual energy spell, and the target did not seem to be Feng Xiaoxiao on the arena, but—

the spectators across the cultivation world!

The Immortals exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of astonishment and doubt in the other's eyes.

They could not be sure whether Yuan Yao could use the Water Realm Spirit Crystals to cast spiritual energy techniques on the other side.

Just as they hesitated—

The Formless Immortal suddenly rose, his gaze cold as he stared at Yuan Yao.

"Yuan Yao, what technique did you just use? Who was the target?"

His words struck like a thunderclap, making Yuan Yao's head ache.

The onlookers were slightly startled, looking bewilderedly at the Formless Immortal and then at Yuan Yao.

At this moment, Yuan Yao's face had turned pale from overusing spiritual energy; she looked up at the Formless Immortal.

She asked, puzzled, "Immortal, what are you saying?"

Meanwhile, Song Yan and a few others' faces turned pale with shock.

The first thought that exploded in their minds was: The junior sister actually dared to use the Water Mirror Spirit Crystal to unleash the Nightmare Technique on cultivators across the cultivation world?!

This is no child's play!

Before the words finished, the crowd was horrified to see Yuan Yao already bleeding from all seven orifices, her complexion as white as paper, devoid of color.

Everyone instantly realized the situation was dire.

Otherwise, why would Yuan Yao bleed from all seven orifices without cause?

Yuan Yao felt her sea of consciousness painfully twisted, and she abruptly closed her eyes.

"Repent!" She forced the Nightmare Technique into countless targets' dreams, dragging them into their deepest nightmares, forcing them to confront their inner shame and past sins, making them recognize and reflect upon themselves in pain, ultimately seeking great enlightenment!

She simultaneously controlled countless nightmares, her spiritual energy and divine consciousness forcibly split into billions of strands, wildly overdrawn.

【Host! If this continues, your divine consciousness will completely collapse!】

【Host, this is a shortcut; your foundation is unstable!】

【System is urgently scanning the host's physical condition!】

【System detection: Host's consciousness consolidation speed abnormally accelerated, divine consciousness intensity increased, spiritual energy boundary expanded! Yet the body's tolerance limit has reached the critical point! Body temperature continues to rise!】

At this moment, beneath the arena, Lu Xiangxiang suddenly felt a flutter of anxiety, her gaze fixed tightly on Yuan Yao.

What is Yuan Yao doing now?!

Why does she feel a sudden panic?

She realized that Yuan Yao's actions at this moment were definitely detrimental to her!

Lu Xiangxiang immediately looked up toward the Formless Immortal's direction.

Xu Yanzhi squinted suddenly; he also clearly sensed something seemed to be shifting!

He coldly demanded, "Yuan Yao, I ask you, what technique did you just use? Was it a forbidden art?!"

When the words "Forbidden Technique" were spoken, everyone's expression changed.

The crowd's gaze instantly fell on Yuan Yao, and at that moment Yuan Yao kept her eyes tightly shut, giving no answer to Xu Yanzhi's question.

The onlookers instantly erupted in a frenzy.

"Could it be that Yuan Yao really used some Forbidden Technique?"

"Immortal Patriarch Wuxiang said it, so it must be true!"

"Why isn't Yuan Yao speaking? Is she feeling guilty?"

"I think she's using a Forbidden Technique right now! Quick! Stop her!"

The crowd shouted with heated emotion.

Meanwhile, beneath the arena, Xie Zixu's expression suddenly grew solemn, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.

Immortal Patriarch Kui Qian also rose, his gaze sharply fixed on Yuan Yao: "Yuan Yao!"

Immortal Patriarch Wuxiang, seeing this, was about to strike Yuan Yao—

Boom!

Yuan Yao suddenly flung open her eyes, the whites almost filled with red veins, blood streaming down the corners, blood also welled at her lips, yet her spiritual power surged explosively, instantly affecting the entire Floating Capital Arena!

The crowd's breathing halted.

Then she raised her hand to wipe the blood from her mouth, smiled at Immortal Patriarch Wuxiang and said, "Thank you, Immortal Patriarch Wuxiang, for your concern. I didn't use any Forbidden Technique; I was about to force—"

"Breakthrough!"

As soon as the words left her lips, under the stunned gazes of the crowd, a beam of light governed by the laws of Heaven and Earth instantly enveloped her body!

She immediately sat cross‑legged on the arena, casting a faint glance at the somewhat grim Immortal Patriarch Wuxiang.

Then she closed her eyes, concentrating all her spirit energy to assault her realm.

Xu Yanzhi narrowed his eyes dangerously, about to speak, when a voice rang out.

"That little brat Yuan Yao, she dares to force a breakthrough for the sake of Ninth Province's ranking, disregarding her own cultivation foundation!" Carefree Sect Sect Master Baili Mo stood up, his voice booming across the entire Floating Capital Arena, his eyes brimming with tears of emotion!

He spoke while pounding his own chest.

Among those present from Ninth Province, many were completely swayed.

"Yuan Yao! Yuan Yao! Yuan Yao!"

At that moment, Cang Li, Ao Su, Yao Linglong and other Carefree Sect disciples seated in the stands immediately raised their arms and shouted!

"Yuan Yao will win! Ninth Province will win!" Weng Mingshu felt heat in her chest, stood up and shouted as well; moreover, she called her father and the members of Heavenly Cloud Sect to rise and chant together.

People from other continents or islands: "…"

The assembled Immortal Patriarchs twitched the corners of their mouths: "…"