Chapter 388: Don't Rush; First Place Is Definitely Ours

Chen Feng descended into the Heavenly Mechanism World.

Just as seen from the outside, the space here is limited, with only a massive stone tablet standing, which, like the outside Heavenly Mechanism Ranking, radiates brilliant light and exudes an ancient aura.

It seems to bear witness to the rise of generations of Heavenly Pride.

In front of that tablet stand dozens of dazzling, extraordinary Heavenly Pride, all of whom have successfully advanced and can contend for positions on the Heavenly Mechanism Ranking.

They arrived here, quietly standing or sitting, showing no intention to contend.

The rules for the final ranking are unclear, so making a move to contend is meaningless.

"Hmm?"

With Chen Feng's arrival, many Heavenly Pride looked on in surprise.

People from the Azure Land can actually reach here?

The Heavenly Pride sized up Chen Feng, and Chen Feng likewise scanned them, spotting some familiar faces, such as a few of the Seven Heroes.

Sensing Chen Feng's gaze, Ye Weiwei gave a slight nod in response, as if greeting him; not only she, but even the witch Chu Xiaoxiao smiled and nodded at Chen Feng.

That was somewhat unexpected for Chen Feng.

Ye Weiwei comes from the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, which had previously extended an invitation to him and Jian Ping, so such gestures upon meeting are quite normal.

But what about the witch Chu Xiaoxiao—what does that mean?

He couldn't figure it out, yet Chen Feng still nodded in response.

Some ignored Chen Feng, some gave friendly signals, and likewise some stared coldly, such as Huang Jiutian, who holds a grudge against him.

"You actually managed to come here?" Huang Jiutian's eyes turned icy as he looked at Chen Feng, his aura pressing down on Chen Feng without reservation.

A few days earlier, he failed to execute Chen Feng in three moves and could only let them depart.

But that incident had not ended.

Having dared to cut off his imperial brother's arm, this grudge must be avenged at any cost.

Boom!

Huang Jiutian advanced toward Chen Feng, his aura suddenly erupting into a ferocious surge, the raging thunder brimming with murderous intent, locking onto Chen Feng.

Three more followed behind him, Heavenly Pride from the Imperial Dynasty.

Four entering the ranking at once is indeed extraordinary.

"Chen Feng."

However, before Huang Jiutian and his group approached Chen Feng, Ye Weiwei suddenly walked toward Chen Feng, and the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect also sent three Heavenly Pride here.

Moreover, four Heavenly Pride from the Common Martial Academy also approached this side under Zhu Qingchen's lead.

This forced Huang Jiutian to abandon his intention to strike down Chen Feng.

The Heavenly Mechanism World's suppression remains, everyone's cultivation level is still restrained to the same tier, and the powers they can wield are only the techniques cultivated in the Star World.

Under these circumstances, Chen Feng alone finds it hard to match the four from the Imperial Dynasty.

Likewise, with the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect and the Common Martial Academy stepping forward, the Imperial Dynasty is hard to surpass, and the witch Chu Xiaoxiao's gaze, whether intentional or not, lingers here.

"This will be your Burial Ground," Huang Jiutian coldly glanced at Ye Weiwei, Zhu Qingchen and the others, then cast a sharp remark at Chen Feng.

In the end, he did not act.

Since the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect and the Common Martial Academy insist on intervening, it is difficult to slay Chen Feng here, and the Heavenly Mechanism Ranking is currently the most important matter.

He believes there will be a chance later.

"Thank you."

Chen Feng ignored Huang Jiutian and thanked Ye Weiwei and Zhu Qingchen.

He still holds some goodwill toward Ye Weiwei and Zhu Qingchen; as members of the Seven Heroes, they lack any overbearing arrogance, and both previously and now are willing to step in to resolve the impasse, deserving gratitude.

"It's nothing, not worth mentioning," Zhu Qingchen said with a sincere smile.

"Reaching here shows you are truly outstanding; the upcoming contest will be the final ranking battle—make the most of it and give it your all forward."

Ye Weiwei looked at Chen Feng seriously and said, "The further you advance, the higher your name climbs on the outside Heavenly Mechanism Ranking, the more prominent and radiant it becomes, and the greater the benefits you can reap."

"Hmm." Chen Feng nodded lightly.

The Heavenly Mechanism Ranking Grand Event, like the Martial Ranking Grand Event, places the top spot as the utmost priority, and anyone who makes the list receives generous rewards.

He knows that.

But after hearing Ye Weiwei, he seemed to grasp the final contest's rules and asked, "What are the rules for this final showdown?"

Ye Weiwei shook her head and said, "The rules have varied each time; only after ninety‑nine participants gather will they be known. However, historically the Heavenly Mechanism Ranking has always emphasized talent, giving everyone a chance."

Chen Feng nodded again.

If it were a real‑combat duel, he does not yet have enough confidence to achieve a dazzling result.

But in a talent clash, he does have some confidence.

"Adjust your state," Ye Weiwei said, then walked to a board.

"Hmm." Chen Feng nodded, his gaze scanning the Heavenly Pride; these are the finest of the current Northern Azure generation, and soon they will contend in the final battle.

No one knows the final outcome.

Yet every face is filled with resilience.

The wind brushed past, stirring their robes and long hair, but could not sway their steadfast expressions; Chen Feng likewise remained resolute, his heart unshakable.

Regardless of the rules or the outcome, he will give his all.

Sitting cross‑legged, Chen Feng adjusted his state.

Everyone waited quietly.

As time passed, more Heavenly Pride arrived one after another, and three days later the massive stone tablet suddenly trembled, stirring the hearts of all the Heavenly Pride.

They knew that ninety‑nine Heavenly Pride had gathered, and the final contest was about to commence.

"All set!"

Outside, the vast crowd watched the ninety‑nine names on the Heavenly Mechanism Ranking, and watched the ninety‑nine figures in the Heavenly Mechanism World; their hearts trembled as well.

These are the Heavenly Pride of this era's Heavenly Mechanism Ranking.

They will be recorded by the ages.

Only time will tell who can reach the summit.

Very much looking forward.

Whoosh.

At that moment, the thirty‑six Star Worlds receded like a tide, and silhouettes were transmitted out, returning beyond the Observatory Pavilion.

The crowd's hearts trembled again.

Of the tens of thousands of Heavenly Pride, only a few thousand have returned now; seventy‑or‑eighty percent remain forever there, never to appear again, and among the thirty‑six Overlord Forces, many Heavenly Pride have not come back.

"So this is the cruelty of the contest, destined to be a stage for only a few monsters," many people sighed.

Especially those who had never witnessed the event's brutality; now they finally understand how cruel the Heavenly Mechanism Ranking grand event is, the casualties are too tragic.

Cang Ding Tian and his companions also feel the same.

Compared with the Heavenly Mechanism Ranking grand event, the Martial Ranking grand event is not too gentle.

"Turns out, we are just supporting characters." The most emotional are still those Heavenly Pride who were eliminated.

They look at those Heavenly Pride in the Heavenly Mechanism World, their expressions filled with indescribable melancholy, having thought that even if they could not contend with the Seven Heroes, they could still leave a future for themselves on the Heavenly Mechanism Ranking.

But the sad final realization is that they are merely supporting characters.

The era's storms have no trace of them.

Nevertheless, at least they are still alive; that is the only consolation.

The people inside the Heavenly Mechanism World are unaware of the outside; at this moment, the ninety‑nine Heavenly Pride stare at the trembling stone tablet, and then hear a resounding sound.

"Everyone, step forward and merge your consciousness into this tablet," said the voice of the Night Star Constellation.

The people are not present here, yet the voice clearly reverberates in everyone's ears.

The Heavenly Pride did not hesitate, one after another approached the stone tablet, forming a circle, then their consciousness spread toward the tablet; in an instant, the Heavenly Pride felt the world before their eyes shift.

They could, in a single glance, see all the Heavenly Pride, all clearly falling into view; moreover, above their heads were countless dazzling light points of unknown origin.

"The final contest remains a collision of innate talent."

The Night Star Constellation's voice continued, "The light points you see are all cultivation techniques and martial skills; what you must do is invade with your consciousness, select the ones most suitable for you to practice, and that will be the source of your final contest power."

"Rest assured, although the techniques are numerous, they are all Prime Stage, of equal rank, with no stronger or weaker power—only personal aptitude; as long as you possess enough monster talent, you will surely stand out."

So that's it.

The Heavenly Pride silently nodded, listening carefully to the rules of the final contest.

"I will grant you time to comprehend cultivation and contest; for each hour you cultivate, you receive an hour to contest, until only one remains here."

The Night Star Constellation continued, "Here, the power you unleash will target everyone simultaneously; to counter it, you must attack with attack. The weakest will be the first to falter and be eliminated, and the order of elimination will determine your final ranking on the Heavenly Mechanism Ranking."

"Do you understand these rules?"

The Heavenly Pride felt a tremor in their hearts.

One person's strength can target all at once.

It is easy to imagine how terrifying this duel is.

"Understood," the Heavenly Pride replied in unison.

"The event has two rounds; although the rules differ, they are one whole, so the advantage of the first round can carry over to the start of the second."

The Night Star Constellation added, "Now you may launch an attack using the power you comprehended in the first round; after one hour, the rules will suppress all your powers, and you can only fight with the power you have grasped here."

"True collisions of innate talent—now see, today, who among you can dominate the storms of this era!"

The voice faded away, and the Heavenly Pride's expressions instantly grew solemn.

They know the final contest begins now!