"The rules should be clear to all," the elder said without any further ado. "Let us begin the selection battle now."
As the elder swept his sleeve, ripples erged in the void, opening a passage to an alternate space.
All the young elites swiftly entered the alternate space, including Ye Chen.
The alternate space was quite spacious, not much smaller than a dium-sized town, and could accommodate millions of people.
There were many participants in the qualification battle, around three thousand, and there were no rules; even murder was not against the rules here as long as one hundred fifty people were still standing in the end.
No sooner had they entered the alternate space than all the young elites drew their weapons, their expressions wary as they faced all directions.
Here, anyone could be an enemy; it was essential to be on guard.
Boom—
Suddenly, at a particular mont, everyone burst into action; it was an all-out lee. Each person was encircled by enemies on all sides; there were no friends, only enemies. Each had only a one in twenty chance of being among the last standing, so the onslaught was relentless.
Divine Power Laws continuously manifested, dazzling with divine light, impressively unfettered as they were used wantonly within the alternate space.
The entire alternate space was filled with a violent surge of Divine Power. Were it not for a Saintly Treasure Realm Holy Land Elder intervening, the young powerhouses would have long since blasted the space into oblivion.
Even so, it continued to tremble, almost on the brink of breaking apart.
Seeing this from outside, the Holy Land Elders’ expressions changed. They infused trendous cosmic force to support the alternate space; otherwise, it really might have collapsed.
During this process, many young powerhouses were killed, their Form and Spirits completely destroyed, turning into Blood Mist.
The selection battle was brutal, of the three thousand participants, only one hundred fifty truly stood out in the end, each a true elite.
But among peers, no one truly accepted the others; they all engaged in fierce battles, the Divine Lights surged, and Daoist Rules erged.
"Kill him!"
With a roar, a group of young powerhouses made a move, targeting a young talent who had stepped into the Divinity Transformation Realm.
It was regrettable that this young talent, though young enough to have entered the Divinity Transformation, was stronger than others by a great margin and could look down upon his peers. He also had the qualifications to claim one of the final spots, deservedly one of the strongest present.
But sadly, he beca the target of the group, was besieged, and was directly killed, with only a resentful roar escaping him.
Ye Chen shook his head and sighed lightly; here, even a young king had to be extrely careful. Otherwise, if tens or hundreds of the young talents attacked, even a king would have to flee.
And even soone like Ye Chen, a true young king, could not face three thousand young elites alone.
Of course, if Ye Chen wished, he alone could have killed everyone here, leaving none.
But throughout, Ye Chen had not made a move. His body emitted waves of void fluctuations, rging completely with the void, his presence erased, unnoticeable to others.
He was simply waiting quietly for the great battle to end.
"Hm?"
Ye Chen was slightly surprised, for he spotted a formidable Super Expert among the young powerhouses—a stern man in cyan robes holding a War Sword. The man did not emit a powerful aura, but effortlessly penetrated the young warriors’ foreheads, annihilating their Primordial Spirits, leaving only their bodies.
Even facing the few who had stepped into the Divinity Transformation among the young top elites, he killed them with a single sword strike, extinguishing their life forces.
This man was terrifying!
Ye Chen felt it intuitively, but the man had a Secret Treasure that concealed his Qi chanism, making it impossible to probe his real strength.
He smiled, unafraid. At his level, he could face anyone of his generation; even all kings together could be overwhelmingly defeated by him. He simply found this man quite interesting.
"Hm?"
The cyan-robed stern man suddenly furrowed his brows, sensing a gaze on him but in a blink, it was gone. Even he could not investigate it, which slightly surprised him.
However, he also realized there could be other hidden dragons among them.
"Indeed interesting. He actually sensed my presence. This person’s Spiritual Sense is extraordinary. Could there be a king hidden among us?"
Ye Chen chuckled lightly. Despite kings being highly arrogant and scornful of such thods, it wasn’t entirely impossible—as proven by a young True King like him, hidden among them.
As Ye Chen’s gaze shifted, it landed on another figure—a shorter character compared to the stern man in green, or perhaps petite since it was a woman. Although her body was wrapped in a black robe concealing her form, it was impossible to completely mask her presence from Ye Chen.
This mysterious woman was also powerful. With light steps and an ethereal posture, she skillfully dodged the attacks of young cultivators, whether they were direct or indirect, usually sidestepping to marvelously avoid them.
Moreover, she harbored no intent to kill, dashing quickly through the young talents, relying on her exceptional movent technique to dodge everyone. To them, she was almost ghost-like, untouchable.
Thus, she always avoided young cultivators without ever attacking, rely evading while others dismissed her presence, as if she could ascend beyond conflict.
"Her movent technique is quite good, lding with the void. Although not as fast as Reverse Space Eight Steps, it is more ethereal and light." Ye Chen comnted. However, compared to Ye Chen she was lacking as he had completely rged with the void, making it so even if young cultivators reached him, they would not detect him, and all attacks aid at him were twisted by the void and did not even touch a corner of his robe.
Three hours later, the battle had ended completely. The alternate space was thoroughly stained red with blood, countless young prodigies lying on the ground, albeit full of vigor just three hours earlier.
However, three hours later, most were just cold corpses scattered across the ground.
Bodies littered everywhere!
This was the cruelty of the competition for the slots in the Purple Mansion Sacred Land, but wasn’t it equally a reduced reflection of the Human Emperor’s brutal competition?
Among the talents of Ten Thousand Domains vying for the Human Emperor, ultimately, only one could ascend the supre throne of Ten Thousand Domains.
The others, including other young True Kings, were rely part of the heaps of bones and seas of blood on the path to the throne, unavoidable.
Ye Chen sighed lightly, contemplating the bloody brutality of this imperial path. If his strength wasn’t imnse, unless he chose not to compete, he too would end up as rely bones on that path.
Imdiately, his eyes beca resolute. Even a conspiracy by many ancient great powers in the past couldn’t lead to his demise, and now that he was reincarnated, how could he easily perish?
He still had too much unfinished business. He could not die.
Similarly, he was deeply passionate about the position of Human Emperor. According to ancient legends, the hope of becoming the emperor in this epoch lay with the Human Emperor. How could he give up?
Regarding the Mythical Era, it left behind too many historical mysteries. In the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, even the Ancient Great Powers might not understand the true facts of the epoch that faced great destruction.
Only the Human Emperor, the undeniable sovereign of the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, was worthy of learning all these secrets.
In the alternate space, in the end, only 150 individuals could stand up, including that cold young man with the War Sword. Each had secured a slot and no longer needed to fight, though nearly all the victors were bloodstained, gasping for breath, and severely injured, with visible bones in their wounds.
Only a few mysterious super experts seed relatively unhard yet blood-covered.
Only Ye Chen remained in his black robe, as unruffled and serene as ever.
However, not wanting to attract too much attention, he deliberately sared blood on himself and tore his robe, making his face appear sowhat pale.
Unsurprisingly, Ye Chen secured a qualification slot, eligible to enter the Purple Mansion Sacred Land with other prominent young figures from various powerful forces.
The next day, all young elites who had obtained slots were gathered, about to be transported first to Heavenly Saint City, to et up with other young elites, and then head to the Divine Death Mountain Range to enter the Purple Mansion Sacred Land together.
Heavenly Saint City, being the Domain Lord Divine City of the Heavenly Saint Domain, was famously established in the center of the Great Domain, massive and magnificent.
From afar, this colossal city with its wide, black walls bore the battle scars and traces of ti, exuding a mighty, ancient aura reminiscent of a dormant ancient fierce beast. The very atmosphere it emitted could oppress cultivators.
This Divine City, fad since the Mythical Era, possessed many legends. It underwent unimaginable catastrophic destruction during the Mythical Era, leaving it half-ruined.
Subsequently, through generations of repairs and with Ancient Great Powers imprinting Dao Patterns and heavenly signs, it had been reinforced to beco the magnificent city it was today.
The Divine City bore the traces of the Mythical Era, helping many renowned peerless experts, who had spent ti within its walls, to contemplate the traces of the previous epoch and to understand the Dao and principles of that era.
Despite the passage of ti eroding much, it had provided insights to many.
As Ye Chen stepped out of the teleportation gate and set foot in this ancient city for the first ti, he sensed a mysterious Dao Rhythm emanating an ancient vicissitude and the aura of the River of Ti, having experienced countless years, beyond calculation.
He could feel that this Heavenly Saint City spanned this epoch and even connected two epochs.
Unfortunately, ti, the greatest weapon in the world, had worn away too much, leaving few traces of the Mythical Era in the Divine City, making it difficult to perceive.
In his mind, it seed as though Elder Yan let out a lancholic sigh, laden with many implications.
Ye Chen was puzzled, "Elder Yan, did you visit this Heavenly Saint City in the past?"
"It could be said so, or perhaps not. The ancient city is not the sa as it was, and people change just the sa." Elder Yan sighed softly.
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