Chapter 911: Reincarnation Trial

“It’s the Starry Immortal Emperor, the Imperishable Immortal Emperor!”

“These two Immortal Emperors are presiding? I’ve long heard of their imperial names!”

“The founder of the Celestial Starline and the pioneer of the Eternal Imperishable Final Realm—so I’ve heard, the Imperishable Immortal Emperor is among the hardest to perish of all Immortal Emperors, truly imperishable and indestructible; even if the True Realm were to collapse, the Imperishable Immortal Emperor would still endure.”

“Of course—what’s the Final Realm to us is but a thousandfold or ten-thousandfold power to them, for they command the Emperor Path.”

Countless murmurs arose, filled with excitement and awe.

At the front rows near the Celestial Tower, the Immortal Kings of the Imperial Clans and other great clans all wore solemn expressions.

“My lords and ladies.”

At the summit of the Celestial Tower, the Starry Immortal Empress, clad in a radiant star-river gown, spoke slowly: “This selection of True Kings draws upon the accumulated reserves of all ten thousand races of the True Realm. Here, you shall receive the finest cultivation resources and guidance.”

“Now, the Eastern Region has become a battlefield. Whether you win or lose, the cataclysm of one hundred thousand years ago may rise again, engulfing all four regions—even the Original True Realm!”

“Your cultivation here is not merely for yourselves—it is for your families, your races, your homelands!”

“And for the pursuit of the Eternal Supreme Emperor Realm!”

Her voice was cold, yet brimming with immense power, echoing throughout the abyss.

Countless eyes flickered with emotion; even some seekers of the Dao who cared nothing for their clans or the True Realm could not help but stir with inner excitement at the lure of the Supreme Emperor Realm.

“This Celestial Tower is my imperial weapon. In a battle one hundred thousand years ago, by chance, I obtained a fragment of Reincarnation!”

“The Celestial Tower absorbed this Reincarnation fragment, gaining Reincarnation power—and its imperial might has grown stronger.”

“Within the Celestial Tower, I have set you extremely harsh trials—death and peril await. But with the power of Reincarnation, even if you exhaust your True God blood, overdraw your lifespan, and die having spent everything, you will be reborn outside the Tower, with no loss whatsoever—only the memory of an ultimate battle added to you!”

The Starry Immortal Empress spoke coldly.

Upon hearing this, countless people froze.

Then they exchanged glances, all stunned.

Death from exhausting True God blood and overextending everything—yet still able to reincarnate and revive?

Does this not mean one can fight to the absolute limit, testing countless secret arts and immortal techniques without restraint?

Amid this stunned silence, the Starry Immortal Empress continued slowly: “The Celestial Tower has three hundred levels. For you, reaching the hundredth level means you’ve reached the peak of Immortal King, granting you a chance to compete for True King status—and the combat power of the weakest Pretender Emperor.”

“I hope the ten True Kings chosen this time are not merely barely reaching the hundredth level, but surpassing it—pushing beyond all limits!”

All the Immortal Kings at the peak among those present glowed with fierce battle intent.

They had all heard from their clans of the Celestial Tower’s brutal trials, yet as Immortal Kings at the peak, they were the ultimate prodigies of cultivation—how could they lack a shred of pride?

“Enough talk. Let these young ones first feel the strength of the Celestial Tower—and conduct their initial evaluations.”

The Imperishable Immortal Emperor now spoke slowly: “For this initial evaluation, give your all. The first hundred levels correspond to one realm per ten levels—the higher the level you challenge relative to your own cultivation, the higher your rating. Greater rewards follow, even the chance to become a top-priority protege, receiving direct guidance from me and the Starry Empress.”

In the silent abyss, a stir now arose; had it not been for the two Immortal Emperors presiding, chaos would have erupted already.

Many prodigies who had never encountered an Immortal Emperor before were now filled with excitement, their eyes blazing with fierce resolve and confidence.

The path of cultivation values talent, but even more so, resources and background—the reason great clans produce more prodigies is simply because their resources are richer.

“I mastered strength at three, inherited my soul at six, and heard the Dao at nine!”

“In my clan, I am a prodigy unseen in ten thousand years. I fought my way from our immortal city to become the supreme divine prodigy of the entire immortal dynasty!”

“Now, I must compete against the prodigies of all ten thousand races of the True Realm—just thinking of it excites me…”

Many eyes burned with determination; many among them had never known defeat.

“Brother Qingfeng, you’ll surely make it—if you were at the peak of Immortal King, you might even compete for True King status!”

Somewhere, a brother and sister spoke.

The young man’s gaze was haughty, radiating an air of transcendent solitude, standing out sharply among the crowd.

“Too bad I’m only at Immortal King fifth level. The prodigies of the great clans are already at the peak—five levels behind, it’s still hard to catch up.”

The young man sighed.

“It’s just bad fortune. But with your talent, the True Kings will all be clamoring to take you as their deputy,” said the woman with a hairpin, smiling lightly.

“A genius unseen in ten thousand years? That’s merely the threshold I’ve passed. I’ve defeated countless rivals—but still…”

The young man’s face was filled with regret. The five-level gap between him and the Immortal Kings at the peak—who had amassed countless years of reserves—made it impossible, even with his boundless pride, to believe he could seize a True King title.

“Princess, you’ll make it too—show them the might of our Spirit Fox Clan!”

Elsewhere, several people spoke to a woman whose hair was as white as silver threads.

The woman’s gaze was grave; she merely nodded slightly. The Spirit Fox Clan ranked after five hundred among the ten thousand races of the True Realm, and its strongest member was merely an Immortal King at the peak.

She herself was only at Immortal King seventh level—but… she had cultivated for only three thousand years!

In her clan, this was a top prodigy unseen in one hundred thousand years!

She was no less than any prodigy of the great clans!

Years of refinement, draped in her clan’s glory—now, the positions closest to the Celestial Tower before her were held by the prodigies of clans she had gazed upon for countless ages.

Imperial Clans, Ancient Divine Clan, Ghost Clan, War Clan, Chaos Clan…

“To stand shoulder to shoulder with them…”

The woman’s gaze hardened, her fists clenched. “Hmph, that brat came too—damn it!”

Far away, a figure stood in shadow, watching Li Hao and Shi Miao.

Yet when his gaze swept over Shi Miao, his cruelty softened slightly—she had been his senior disciple in his past life.

“Master, sister—you both chose that boy… yet I was the one who nearly opened the Emperor Path!”

“This life, if I can reconnect and open that Emperor Path, even without accumulating Heavenly Dao power, I will still become an Emperor!”

The Divine Sovereign’s eyes turned icy, his fists clenched—then he suppressed his emotions.

“Little sister, what are you looking at?”

At the edge of the crowd, a gentle young man’s voice spoke.

Before him stood a woman in green robes, her face shrouded in shadow, her eyes fixed on a distant pair—two figures whispering closely, their breaths nearly touching, intimately entwined.

Her fingers tightened slightly; she recognized the woman—the one who had stepped forward for the boy beneath the Supreme Sovereign’s pressure from the Southern Region.

Her lips bit down slightly, that scene vivid in her mind—back then, her power had been too unequal; she could only watch from afar, powerless.

“Little sister?”

The young man, puzzled, called again.

Lin Qingying withdrew her gaze and shook her head slightly. “Nothing.”

Hearing her cold, emotionless voice, the young man was already accustomed. “This competition—we must show our strength. Master has secluded himself for years; it’s time the world knew the power of the Supreme Line!”

Lin Qingying nodded slightly, glanced once at the boy, then turned away.

Amid the murmurs of the crowd, the towering Celestial Tower trembled slightly, then emitted a vast, ancient, desolate aura.

“You may challenge simultaneously, without limit on numbers. Choose a level matching your cultivation. If you’re at the peak of Immortal Jun, surviving one incense burn on the first level is already remarkable.”

The Starry Immortal Empress said: “Treasure this first challenge—it is your initial evaluation.”

Hearing this, many grew solemn; though excited, they remained rational.

“For your first attempt, start at level one—match it to your cultivation.”

Shi Miao said to Li Hao: “It’s best to adapt gradually.”

“Alright.”

Li Hao nodded.

“Brother, we’ll go first.”

Beside him, two Immortal Kings at the peak, along with over twenty others, spoke to Li Hao.

Aside from the three Immortal Jun at the peak, all others were Immortal King ninth level, intending to begin at level eighty-nine—first to acclimate, choosing conservatively.

“Alright.”

Li Hao bid them farewell, then joined the other three Immortal Jun at the peak, heading together toward the first level at the tower’s base.

Here, few were Immortal King first level, for the prodigies selected were either Immortal Jun ninth level or Immortal King ninth level—or at least Immortal King fifth level—so they could cultivate here to the peak and become frontline combatants on the battlefield.

“I’ll go over there. Be careful.”

Shi Miao said to Li Hao.

Li Hao nodded; they parted ways.

“Brother, you’re challenging level one too?”

The three Immortal Jun, seeing Li Hao follow them to level one, were curious.

They had heard of Li Hao’s deeds—he was rumored to be the top Immortal Jun of the Original True Realm, having defeated several top-tier Immortal Jun of the Chaos Clan among the Original Immortal Emperors. Now, though he had just broken through to Immortal King first level, they assumed he was at least the peak of his realm—challenging level nine or ten would be no issue. Yet he chose the weakest level one.

“Just getting used to it.”

Li Hao said.

They understood, said nothing, and entered level one with tense hearts.

Li Hao followed them inside.

As he passed through the tower gate’s barrier, he lost all sense of the others—as if entering a separate world.

Then, a solemn, deep voice appeared before him: “Do you choose to begin the trial? Here, you have the chance of Reincarnation and revival!”

“Begin.”

Li Hao said.