Chapter 927

And the Elders who had cultivated to higher levels of the Longevity Secret Realm had already taken their seats on the highest viewing platforms of the battlefield space, each radiating an immensely powerful aura.

"So many people!"

Feng Yaoguang stood beside Fang Yu, her expression stunned; even after ten years of training on the Chaotic Continent, she still felt awed by this scene.

What did it mean to have masters as numerous as clouds? What did it mean that the world was vast? If her cultivation base hadn't finally reached Wan Shou Realm, she would have been utterly unremarkable here.

"Disciples of our Shen Sect, take your seats and wait for the competition to begin!"

Suddenly, a voice emanated from a token on Fang Yu's person.

This token was Fang Yu's credential as a disciple of the Shen Sect, glowing with water and fire mystic light, shimmering with spiritual radiance, imbued with potent magic power, capable of transmitting voice.

The voice now emanating from the token was clearly the command and aura-guidance of the Supreme Elder of the Kanlishen Sect.

Fang Han and Feng Yaoguang also possessed such tokens—obtained for them by Fang Yu after becoming Chief Senior Disciple of Shengjifeng, with the approval of the Shengjifeng Lord.

All disciples felt the aura transmitted through the tokens, guiding them to the gathering place of all Shen Sect disciples; each disciple sat like a mountain, focused and calm, as if conserving their strength for the coming battle.

This battle was no ordinary affair; if one could win consecutively, each victory would grant an extraordinarily generous amount of merit points.

The rewards doubled with each win, becoming increasingly lavish—the more victories, the more merit points earned; winning just one match could yield countless merit points, even one could earn a lower-grade Dao Artifact.

Think of it—how thrilling! If one could hold out until the end, winning a single match could grant a lower-grade or even mid-grade Dao Artifact; the disciples of Yuhua Sect, Taiyi Sect, or even Exalted Linglong's Blessed Land would all be desperate to come to the Kanli Great World to join this grand battle among the world's supreme geniuses.

The rewards were simply too abundant.

Ding… ding… ding… ding…

At that moment, a bell rang—its tone serene, possessing a power that calmed the heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Doufa Assembly, jointly hosted by the Kanli Great World, Shengguang Great World, Wuwang Great World, and Zhen Gan Great World, now begins…"

Suddenly, a thunderously loud voice echoed across the vast battlefield.

The voice resonated with such force that it made the spirit tremble; wherever it passed, the void itself quaked.

Every disciple sensed the speaker's overwhelming strength; veteran disciples who had attended the sixty-yearly assembly knew this was the voice of the chief administrators of the great worlds—each a Longevity Eighth Rebirth: Chaos Core Realm cultivator, speaking directly to them.

Immediately after these supreme Ancestors finished speaking, countless protective barriers rose from the center of the arena, coalescing into tens of thousands—even hundreds of thousands—of combat platforms, each an independent space capable of accommodating ten thousand simultaneous duels.

Otherwise, with countless disciples from these great worlds, a one-on-one tournament would take centuries to complete.

"Sister Qingxue, in this assembly, we must also lend our strength and earn some merit points."

Fang Yu spoke to Fang Qingxue beside him.

"Mm. You do your best too, Yu-di."

Fang Qingxue nodded, her expression utterly calm; within her body, fragments of space rippled, as if she could ascend to Longevity Third Realm: Heaven Vault Realm at any moment.

Facing today's grand contest, she appeared utterly composed.

This composure came not from anything else, but from her strength—among all the outstanding geniuses of the great worlds, she was invincible.

All of them waited in silence; soon, a pulse of aura emanated from Fang Yu's token, guiding him forward—he stepped forward and entered the vast battlefield.

The space here transformed; the battlefield was no longer as it had appeared from outside—it was now a boundless world, vast and empty, each space isolated.

Clearly, beings of Longevity Third Realm: Heaven Vault Realm or higher had intervened in the formation of this battlefield.

As Fang Yu entered this vast, isolated space, a figure flashed before him—a cultivator clad in Wuwang Dao robes also arrived in this space; without doubt, this Wuwang Great World cultivator was Fang Yu's first-round opponent.

"Wuwang Great World, Pei Ling!"

The cultivator was a young man, around thirty, his face cold and haughty; upon seeing Fang Yu, he immediately summoned a longsword, "Surrender now, or I'll show you what boundless pain means!"

His sword let out a long howl at that moment—it was a lower-grade Dao Artifact.

The cultivator's cultivation base had reached the 10th Stage of Divine Abilities: Defying Fate and Altering Destiny.

A cultivator who had reached the 10th Stage of Divine Abilities, wielding a lower-grade Dao Artifact, could rank among the top thirty on the Longevity Contender List of the Xuanhuang Great World—but he had met Fang Yu, rendering all of it useless.

Fang Yu's realm had long surpassed the Longevity Secret Realm—he was already in the Immortal Body Realm.

He said nothing, simply raised his hand and unleashed the Great Heaven's Hand of the Three Thousand Great Dao: Great Void Art, slapping Pei Ling—the Wuwang Great World's supreme genius—flying away; the lower-grade Dao Artifact sword was seized in his palm, its spirit trembling in terror.

"Longevity Secret Realm? This is a Longevity Secret Realm expert! My master—no, my former master—actually dared to make a primordial giant feel boundless pain!"

The spirit of the lower-grade Dao Artifact shuddered violently; it felt that if that being exerted even the slightest force, it would be erased—but it did not want to die at all.

Boom—

Another palm struck out, shattering the token embedded in the Wuwang Great World genius's body; a voice instantly rang out across the arena.

"First round: Kanli Great World, Fang Yu wins."

Victory or defeat in this battle was determined by shattering the opponent's token.

Whoever's token shattered was declared defeated—though one could also surrender voluntarily.

Having defeated Pei Ling and acquired a lower-grade Dao Artifact, Fang Yu was instantly transported back to his original position.

"If this keeps up, won't I become filthy rich?"

Fang Yu's face showed keen interest; within his body, the lower-grade Dao Artifact—once belonging to the Wuwang Great World's supreme genius—had already submitted to him, willing to serve him.

This was good. Very good.