The Master of Destruction found a reasonable answer for himself, because apart from the legendary Hidden Spirit Body, no one else could absorb such an imnse power without the slightest improvent.
Watching the Master of Destruction talking to himself, Ye Xuan pretended to be surprised as he listened, though he was actually laughing inside.
Well, it’s good this way; it also solves a problem for Ye Xuan.
"Shaoyou, although you haven’t opened the ninth Heavenly Gate, the power of the Blood Sea Divine Pond is all hidden within you; you are the legendary Hidden Spirit Body, so don’t bla yourself, this is a great thing indeed."
The Master of Destruction, fearing Ye Xuan’s guilt, quickly spoke to comfort him.
"I see."
Ye Xuan pretended to be excitedly nodding, though internally he was speechless to the extre, thinking that the Master of Destruction was too confident, having no suspicion of him at all.
However, Ye Xuan quickly understood.
It’s not that the Master of Destruction didn’t suspect him, but the Heavenly Tribulation Transformation was too overwhelming, preventing the Master of Destruction from noticing anything abnormal.
Moreover, as an ancient supre, the Master of Destruction is an extrely proud person who would never believe Ye Xuan could play any tricks in front of him.
"Shaoyou, though you haven’t opened the ninth Heavenly Gate, it’s okay; you’ve absorbed all the power of the Blood Sea Divine Pond, and these powers hidden within your body will surely gradually awaken as you continue your cultivation."
"Moreover, over ten thousand years, you’ve cultivated the Power of Destruction to Great Success and possess a mastery of the Power of Causality, which is enough to leave you unbeaten in the Hundred Sons Battleground," the Master of Destruction elaborated unwaveringly.
"Hundred Sons Battleground?"
Ye Xuan’s expression froze, for the Master of Destruction had ntioned it once before, but Ye Xuan wasn’t quite sure what it entailed.
"Shaoyou, listen to as I explain."
The Master of Destruction began to explain the matters concerning the Hundred Sons Battleground, prompting Ye Xuan to listen attentively.
The so-called Hundred Sons Battleground is an imnse independent space, hosted by the Ten Supre Powers.
The purpose of hosting the Hundred Sons Battleground is to select the individual most likely to beco the next supre of eternity, and to eliminate those without the qualification to beco the supre of eternity.
Indeed, far too many strive for the supre seat, and they are indeed varied; naturally, the weak will be eliminated within the Hundred Sons Battleground.
Those participating in the Hundred Sons Battleground are Supre Seeds and those who are Heavenly Defying Level demons, along with so mighty beings in the Immortal Realm.
Only the first ten to erge from the Hundred Sons Battleground are qualified to vie for the supre seat in the next era.
Of course, though the concept of the Hundred Sons Battleground seems simple, its peril is extre, qualifying as a situation of one life in ten deaths.
Participants in the Hundred Sons Battleground are all of terrifying talent, and in pursuit of the supre eternity, they will show no rcy; countless Heavenly Pride demons have tragically perished in the Hundred Sons Battleground.
Survival of the fittest, nature’s selection, the cruelty within is beyond the imagination of outsiders.
Listening to the Master of Destruction’s narrative, Ye Xuan maintained a blank expression, only a strange smile curved at the corner of his mouth, his thoughts unknown.
"Shaoyou, Master hopes you can represent the Destruction Demon Hall in battle; if you secure the top three spots, it will greatly enhance the reputation of my Destruction Demon Hall," the Master of Destruction said with burning eyes.
Indeed.
If not for Ye Xuan’s appearance, the Master of Destruction had no intention of having anyone participate in the Hundred Sons Battleground; the Destruction Demon who fell at Ye Xuan’s hands was indeed listed as a Supre Seed but would be re ants within the Hundred Sons Battleground.
It’s not that the Master of Destruction doesn’t want to cultivate a capable successor; there is simply no suitable candidate.
Though the Master of Destruction is an ancient supre, he is a person of utmost pride, and the Hundred Sons Battleground, despite being a battle among youth, is tied to the dignity of these supre powers.
The Master of Destruction was long troubled by matters of the Hundred Sons Battleground, and extrely disappointed in the previous Destruction Demon; he had resolved not to participate.
Yet, with Ye Xuan’s ergence, he changed his mind, inwardly pleased, knowing Ye Xuan may not dominate but would surely place in the top three, which would greatly enhance his reputation.
"Shaoyou, are you willing to participate in the Hundred Sons Battle?" the Destruction Demon Lord asked eagerly.
"With Master’s orders, how dare Shaoyou disobey?" Ye Xuan responded warmly with a smile.
"Good!"
The Master of Destruction clapped and laughed heartily, flipping his hand as a fearso black light manifested within, and when the light dispersed, a black Demon Blade appeared in his hand.
Buzz!
The Demon Blade humd, with a murderous aura suffusing, causing the surrounding void to shatter and distort, attesting to the blade’s extre ferocity.
"This Destruction Demon Blade was forged by Master himself, wielding earth-shaking, ghost-weeping power. With this blade aiding you, you can surely sweep through the Hundred Sons Battleground."
The Master of Destruction handed the Demon Blade to Ye Xuan, causing Ye Xuan to bow as he accepted, expressing profound gratitude.
"Thank you, Master, for the bestowed treasure."
Watching Ye Xuan’s respectful deanor, the Master of Destruction nodded in satisfaction, contemplatively saying, "Shaoyou, although your talent is extraordinary, the Hundred Sons Battleground is extrely perilous, and Master must instruct you on certain matters."
"Please teach , Master," said Ye Xuan.
"The Ten Supre Powers, with both Human Dao and Extre Demon having fallen, they likely have no successors participating, so pay it no mind."
The Master of Destruction paused slightly here, saying, "But beware of three individuals, for these three are descendants of the Chaos Fate Space-Ti, each acclaid as Heavenly Defying Level demons, with their cultivation undoubtedly matching yours."
"Regarding other successors of Supre Daoists, you needn’t concern yourself; they will never be your opponents."
"However...!"
The Master of Destruction’s expression beca uncertain as he fell silent here.
"What does Master an?" Ye Xuan inquired tentatively.
"Shaoyou, you must rember one thing, although the successors of the three great supre powers are formidable, branded as Heavenly Defying Level demons, the most terrifying are not these three, but those who are obscure and never heard of."
"Master ans...?" Ye Xuan was truly puzzled this ti.
"Once, the Heavenly nding Sect had Liu Baiyi, but Liu Baiyi ran into issues and vanished, that doesn’t warrant ntioning again."
"Master wishes to address others, these individuals, though not supre descendants, have forged their own path and Dao, their talents virtually at Heavenly Defying levels, rely concealing themselves."
"Shaoyou, the Chaotic Universe is vast, far from being simple as you envision, there will always be those who can rise against the flow with astounding brilliance."
"Past eras saw every supre entity erge by carving their own path, not rely being descendents of supre Daoists."
"Take Master as an example, before Master achieved enlightennt, rely a disciple of a minor sect, eventually trampling supre Daoists beneath his feet."
"I just wish for you to rember, never underestimate anyone participating in the Hundred Sons Battleground, perhaps one obscure individual can end your life."
The Master of Destruction warned solemnly.
"I understand." Ye Xuan nodded quietly, knowing the Master of Destruction spoke no mistruths.
Suddenly, the Master of Destruction sighed softly, as if recollecting soone.
"Ah, what a pity, how unfortunate, if that Ye Xuan had not died, perhaps no one could match him."
Upon hearing this lant, Ye Xuan’s expression froze briefly, quickly returning to normal, yet his heart was complex, not expecting such high regard from the Master of Destruction.
"But death is also good, if he were still alive, he would be the eminent ancient rival you face," the Master of Destruction remarked softly.
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