Chapter 80

Remember in one second 【↘→】, providing you with exciting novel reading. At the entrance of the ancient and simple Yuan Yang Hall, which stands eight hundred zhang tall on the ground, a brilliant silver light suddenly shone. As the silver light flickered, figures began to emerge one after another, in a continuous cycle, until finally eleven people, supporting each other, walked out.

Leading the group was Ye Wuque, followed closely by Mo Qingye, who was supporting Mo Honglian and Mo Baiou. Sima Ao, with his right hand on Lin Yingluo's fragrant shoulder, limped forward, savoring the subtle fragrance emanating from her. Nalan Yan, with a mysterious expression, walked alone, her hand on her chest. Behind her were two other cultivators from the Heavenly Phoenix Main City, one lively and the other taciturn, both showing signs of relief after their ordeal. The last to emerge were the two remaining cultivators from the Flowing Cloud Main City, their faces pale and their eyes filled with a hint of sorrow.

The eleven people, having left the Yuan Yang Inheritance, stood quietly at the entrance of the Yuan Yang Hall, gazing at the ancient silver stone hall, their eyes filled with a mix of emotions, as if recalling the harrowing journey they had just endured.

Only in Ye Wuque's heart did the words of Ji Yuanyang, spoken to him at the end, flow.

Ye Wuque did not notice that a few of the others were looking at him with a mixture of genuine gratitude and a hint of reverence.

"Rumble" "Buzz"

At that moment, a shocking wave of energy suddenly erupted from the distance, immediately drawing everyone's attention!

"That is... another inheritance site!"

Mo Honglian's voice carried a hint of surprise.

"Chant..."

A boundless, soft chanting sound echoed from afar, reaching Ye Wuque's ears and making his eyes narrow. He even sensed a familiar wave of energy!

"These are countless swords resonating together..."

Looking into the distance, Ye Wuque saw a steep mountain peak, about seven or eight hundred zhang tall, where wave after wave of sharp energy was spreading, like countless three-foot-long swords hanging in the air, emitting endless sword qi.

"Feng Cai Chen..."

A surge of fierce battle intent appeared in his eyes, and the blood in Ye Wuque's veins began to boil, stimulated by the boundless sword chanting.

And the familiar wave of energy he had sensed earlier was indeed from Feng Cai Chen.

"Brother Wuque, what's wrong?"

A concerned female voice sounded, clearly Mo Honglian had noticed the battle intent in Ye Wuque's eyes and asked.

Lin Yingluo, who was leaning on Sima Ao's arm, also cast a puzzled look.

"Ha ha, nothing, just thinking of a powerful opponent."

Ye Wuque replied with a light laugh, though the battle intent in his eyes had temporarily subsided, the burning passion in his heart surged like a raging fire.

"You have indeed become even stronger, Feng Cai Chen. I am truly looking forward to our battle..."

The words, filled with battle intent and sharpness, echoed in Ye Wuque's heart.

Outside the Hundred Yuan Realm, on the white jade platform in the void.

The second city lord, Wei Xiong, standing with his hands behind his back, waved his right hand, and the massive light screen that had captured the scenes at the entrances of the Yuan Yang Hall and the Tian Bai Peak vanished.

"The first stage of the Hundred Cities Battle, lasting three days and three nights, has ended. All city lords, follow me into the Hundred Yuan Realm to determine the participants for the second stage."

His authoritative and deep voice echoed in all directions. Wei Xiong waved his right hand again, and a massive light gate appeared, radiating a vast and ethereal aura.

"Buzz"

Spatial power swept through the area, and the light gate shone with a white glow. Wei Xiong led the way, transforming into a streak of light and entering first, followed by a hundred figures, each emitting a different glow, the hundred city lords of the main cities.

The defeated participants who had been eliminated from the Hundred Yuan Realm were also brought back inside by their respective city lords, though no one noticed that among the hundred city lords, there was an elderly man with white hair and a gloomy expression, looking extremely displeased.

"Buzz buzz..."

Just as Ye Wuque and the others were watching the other inheritance site, a vast and powerful wave of energy suddenly radiated from the sky, followed by the appearance of a massive light gate!

The boundless aura spread across the entire Hundred Yuan Realm, causing all the beasts within to tremble and cower, losing their usual ferocity and wildness.

"The first stage of the Hundred Cities Battle, lasting three days and three nights, has ended. Congratulations to those who have made it..."

An authoritative and deep voice echoed throughout the Hundred Yuan Realm, and a figure slowly emerged from the massive light gate, radiating a vast and powerful aura, none other than the second city lord, Wei Xiong.

Feeling the ethereal and ethereal spatial power once again, Ye Wuque and the others, looking up at the sky, felt a slight excitement.

Wei Xiong stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp and piercing, his square face expressionless, but his tone filled with a hint of praise.

Looking at Wei Xiong standing in the sky, a glint of insight flashed in Ye Wuque's eyes. After the Yuan Yang Inheritance, Ye Wuque understood that the second city lord, Wei Xiong, must also be a great expert of the Dust-Transcending Realm who had transformed his Soul Moon into a Soul Sun, and his cultivation was no less powerful than Ji Yuanyang in his prime!

"Buzz"

Without any visible movement from Wei Xiong, a vast and overwhelming force suddenly spread through the void. This force swept across the void, heading straight for the distant steep mountain peak, and returned in an instant, carrying dozens of powerful young cultivators who had chosen to enter the Tian Bai Inheritance.

At the same time, Ye Wuque and the others suddenly found themselves unable to control their bodies, lifted by an inexplicable force, and were carried towards Wei Xiong in the sky, eventually standing together with the dozens of young cultivators who had emerged from the Tian Bai Peak.

This was the second time Ye Wuque had experienced the wondrous feeling of standing in the void, the first being when Qi Shilong had brought them to the white jade platform. The feeling of standing in the void filled Ye Wuque with boundless longing.

"One day, I will stand proudly in the sky, beside the clouds, by my own strength."

The burning passion in his eyes flickered, and Ye Wuque's desire for higher cultivation and realms grew even stronger.

This scene was not unique to Ye Wuque; the faces of the remaining young geniuses also showed similar expressions.

Nodding slightly, a hint of satisfaction appeared in Wei Xiong's eyes.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's divine soul power sensed an overwhelming sharp aura approaching, and a powerful, domineering aura rose around him. His eyes followed the sharp aura and met a pair of clear, yet infinitely sharp eyes.

In that moment, Ye Wuque felt his blood begin to boil, and the battle intent in his eyes burned fiercely.

"Indeed, it's you... Feng Cai Chen!"

The one who had looked at Ye Wuque was none other than Feng Cai Chen, the sword genius who had chosen to enter the Tian Bai Peak.

At the same time, Feng Cai Chen, standing at the front of the dozens of people, his spirit soaring, silently mouthed a few words.

"Very good, Ye Wuque, you have not disappointed me."

For a moment, two burning gazes seemed to clash in the void, each radiating a brilliant light!

"Buzz"

Wei Xiong's gaze swept over the faces of the dozens of young cultivators, pausing briefly on Ye Wuque and Feng Cai Chen, before his authoritative voice echoed again in the Hundred Yuan Realm.

"Take out your Hundred Cities Jade Seals."

As soon as he spoke, the dozens of young cultivators immediately took out their Hundred Cities Jade Seals, and the void was instantly filled with a dazzling glow, all of which were purple, some light and some dark.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

Holding his Hundred Cities Jade Seal, Ye Wuque suddenly felt it leave his hand, flying towards Wei Xiong.

In an instant, dozens of purple-glowing Hundred Cities Jade Seals gathered in front of Wei Xiong. After a brief inspection, he waved his hand, and the seals returned to their respective owners, without a single mistake.

Holding their purple-glowing Hundred Cities Jade Seals again, the dozens of young cultivators who had met the requirements of the first stage of the Hundred Cities Battle exuded a powerful aura, their strong presence spreading out.

After the intense three days and three nights in the Hundred Yuan Realm, those who had made it to the end seemed to have undergone a transformation, shedding their arrogance and naivety.

Three hundred young geniuses had entered the Hundred Yuan Realm, and after three days and three nights of battles and trials, only these few dozen remained, a brutal elimination rate.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The sound of clothing tearing through the air continuously echoed from the massive light gate, as hundreds of figures emerged, the hundred city lords of the main cities and the geniuses who had been eliminated from the Hundred Yuan Realm.

With the appearance of the hundred city lords, the pressure in the void intensified, as if the entire Hundred Yuan Realm could hardly bear it, but it quickly disappeared.

"Congratulations, you have successfully reached the first stage of the Hundred Cities Battle. I once said that in my eyes, you were all trash, mere shrimp who were arrogant and inexperienced. Now, I take back those words. You have proven to me that you are not trash, and those who were eliminated by you are the real trash."

Pointing behind him, Wei Xiong's authoritative voice echoed again.

With these words, the dozens of successful young cultivators holding their purple-glowing Hundred Cities Jade Seals finally showed a hint of a smile.

The praise from Wei Xiong finally allowed them to release the pent-up frustration in their hearts. As Wei Xiong said, they had proven themselves in the Hundred Yuan Realm. They were not trash before, and they would not be trash now or in the future.

Wei Xiong's harsh words fell on the ears of the nearly two hundred eliminated cultivators, causing their faces to turn pale, their eyes filled with various emotions of unwillingness, helplessness, and despair. The confidence and vigor they once had seemed to be lost, forming a stark contrast with the dozens of successful cultivators standing opposite them.

One side like a dim star, the other like a blazing sun!

Such a stark contrast, a harsh and unrelenting ridicule, made the defeated cultivators feel a deep sense of shame and frustration, some even feeling a loss of spirit.

Ye Wuque, standing at the front of the eleven, remained expressionless, his heart unmoved by Wei Xiong's unvarnished praise and ridicule.

Ten years of silence had taught Ye Wuque that being weak meant being beaten, an unchanging truth. Instead of wallowing in self-pity and losing hope, it was better to hide the taste of failure in his heart, strive for strength, and never give up, starting anew. Perhaps one day, those who once looked down on him would be brought back down by him.

The path of cultivation was cruel; if you were not strong enough, you would be humiliated.

No one noticed that among the two hundred defeated cultivators, there were still dozens of eyes filled with indomitable light and a spark of determination. They did not lose hope or feel ashamed; instead, they opened their eyes wide, deeply etching the faces of the dozens of successful cultivators in their hearts, setting them as their goals for future efforts.

Yes, I am not as strong as you now, but that does not mean I will always be weaker. Today's defeat will be remembered, and when we meet again, I will challenge you once more!

The path of cultivation is long, and no one knows that among these defeated young cultivators, a few might one day become great figures who shake the world.

Wei Xiong seemed unconcerned about the shadow his words might cast on the two hundred defeated young cultivators, perhaps causing some to never advance again, losing their status as geniuses and becoming ordinary, never regaining their former glory.

Perhaps this was what Wei Xiong wanted. The process of refinement through trials and tribulations would weed out those with weak wills. If they could not overcome such a setback and rise again, they would never become true strong individuals. Such weaklings would be of no use to the hundred main cities of the Eastern Land.

"However, although you are no longer trash..."

Wei Xiong's sharp gaze slowly opened, his eyes sweeping over each young face holding a Hundred Cities Jade Seal, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement.

With these words, the hearts of the dozens of young cultivators tightened once again!

"Although you are no longer trash, you are still far from being true geniuses. But don't worry, I will give you another chance to prove yourselves. This is the second stage of the Hundred Cities Battle, the final stage. Whether you can become true geniuses and shine with your own light depends on whether you can seize this last opportunity."

These words, when heard by the dozens of young cultivators, were like a volcano about to erupt in their hearts, their battle intent and boiling blood burning fiercely!

"The final battle of the Hundred Cities Battle is finally coming..."

Ye Wuque murmured, his fingers caressing his storage ring. He told himself that no matter how brutal the final battle would be, he must win. Only then might he have a chance to meet the mysterious city lord of the First Main City and ask about the Blood Dragon Jade and Uncle Fu.

So, he could not lose; he must win all the way!

"Before the final battle, keep your Hundred Cities Jade Seals safe. You have three days to recover from your injuries and adjust your state. In three days, I expect you to be in your peak condition for the final battle."

As these words fell, several figures descended from behind Wei Xiong, entering the Yuan Yang Hall and the Tian Bai Peak. This was because there were still many cultivators in these two inheritance sites who had been severely injured and lost their ability to move. Although some had also upgraded their Hundred Cities Jade Seals to purple, they had not made it to Wei Xiong in time at the end of the three days and three nights, and thus had to fail with great regret.

One of the two figures entering the Yuan Yang Hall was an elderly man with white hair and a gloomy expression, the city lord of the Purple Fire Main City, Zhou Liyang.

"Buzz"

Just as Wei Xiong was about to lead all the young geniuses through the spatial gate to a place for recovery and rest, a frantic, elderly voice suddenly echoed from inside the Yuan Yang Hall!

"Report to the second city lord, the inheritor of the Yuan Yang Inheritance, Ye Wuque of the Dragon Light Main City, is extremely wicked. His methods in the Yuan Yang Hall were cruel and ruthless, and he must not be easily forgiven!"

The elderly voice echoed in all directions, reaching everyone's ears, and Wei Xiong's figure paused for a moment.

Hearing these words clearly, Ye Wuque's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in them.

For he saw the elderly man with white hair, who had just entered the Yuan Yang Hall, quickly emerge, carrying a person. The person's eyes were lifeless, his face filled with despair, and he seemed to be repeatedly muttering a name, Zhou Huo.

The other elderly man following Zhou Liyang also had a gloomy expression, and in the aura shield in front of him lay nearly twenty young cultivators who had fainted, their bodies covered in blood, their faces twisted in extreme pain, including Shen Yushu and the red-haired youth!