Ch. 798 - Martial Heaven Tournament Begins

The Undying Physique, ranked sixth among the Hundred Great Battle Physiques, is said to truly achieve immortality.

Regardless of its combat strength, just the attribute of immortality is enough to make countless people chase after it.

As the white-robed youth absorbed all the hearts and flesh of the Undying Race corpses, his aura grew even stronger.

It surged like a boundless ocean, wave after wave, each one more powerful than the last.

The white-robed youth slowly opened his eyes. A strange gleam flickered in their depths as he revealed an expression of pleasure.

Then, looking at Xu Zimo and Monk Great Wisdom, he smiled and said, “Interesting, very interesting.”

“What?” Xu Zimo asked.

“You're not running after seeing me. That’s unusual,” the youth said.

“Either you’re truly confident, or you're bluffing.”

“You can try,” Xu Zimo replied calmly.

“I don’t have time to waste with you two. I still need to hunt more of the Undying Race,” the youth said. “If fate allows, we’ll meet again in the battle for Heaven’s Will.”

Watching the youth leave, Monk Great Wisdom clasped his hands and said, “The Heavenly Dao is growing murkier. It’s hard to see clearly anymore.”

“That’s what makes it fun,” Xu Zimo laughed. “Otherwise, fighting ants over and over is just boring.”

“Why didn’t he kill us?” Monk Great Wisdom asked curiously.

“Isn’t he worried we’ll spread the word about him slaughtering the Undying Race? Even if the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground is powerful, the Undying Race isn’t weak. They’ve accumulated strength over many eras. You can’t underestimate that.”

“Because he knows he can’t kill me,” Xu Zimo smiled.

Monk Great Wisdom couldn’t sense it, but Xu Zimo and the youth had already clashed in momentum earlier.

The youth had tried to suppress him, but failed.

…

Eastern Continent, Baili Imperial Clan.

For Baili City, these past few days had likely been the liveliest in recent years.

People from all corners of the Eastern Continent and various sects had gathered here.

This round of the Martial Heaven Tournament was hosted by them.

All the inns and restaurants in the city were packed. On the streets, everyone talked about only one thing, the Martial Heaven Tournament.

The entire Eastern Continent was watching, and even other continents were paying attention.

They wanted to see how the Eastern Continent’s young prodigies fared in this generation.

True Martial Sacred Ground, Purgatory Sacred Ground, Sun God Sacred Ground, Taiyuan Heavenly Sect, Blood Nether Sacred Ground, the Chi Imperial Clan, Mo Imperial Clan, Dan Imperial Clan, and the host Baili Imperial Clan, the nine imperial lineages had all arrived.

And not just those. Many top-tier forces like the Immortal Spirit Sect, Myriad Beasts Sect, and Sacred Spring Sect were here as well.

Moreover, this year’s Martial Heaven Tournament allowed rogue cultivators to participate. If any of them performed well, they might attract the interest of powerful factions.

They could be taken in and nurtured.

In short, this was far more than just a competition.

Because there were so many participants, the tournament would take over half a month to complete.

Over ten days ago, the early elimination rounds had already begun.

Most contestants had already been knocked out. Those remaining were the true prodigies.

…

“How many people are left?” In the courtyard of the True Martial Sacred Ground, Xu Qingshan asked Xiang Qianheng.

“Only 116 remain,” Xiang Qianheng replied.

“How did the earlier rounds go?” Xu Qingshan asked.

“Not very difficult so far, probably haven’t faced any true prodigies yet,” Xiang Qianheng said.

“Still no word from Mo’er?”

The others nearby all shook their heads.

“That brat, who knows where he ran off to. Looks like he’ll miss the tournament,” Xu Qingshan sighed.

“Today’s elimination is the second to last round. One hundred will be eliminated, leaving only sixteen for the final round. You should all be prepared.”

“What’s the elimination format?” Sword Monarch asked, walking beside Xu Qingshan.

“You’ll all be sent into an independent space to fight. Once only sixteen people remain, the match ends,” Xu Qingshan said.

“My advice is to avoid fighting other Holy Sons at first to prevent mutual damage. Take out the weaker ones first, it’ll save trouble. The real fight comes in the final round.”

Everyone nodded and followed Xu Qingshan out.

…

When Xu Zimo arrived in Baili City and saw the dense crowds, he couldn’t help but sigh.

“This tournament really is lively.”

Vendors selling all kinds of goods lined both sides of the street, an overwhelming variety.

The aroma of food wafted down the entire main road.

Xu Zimo and Monk Great Wisdom walked in.

A spirit shield surrounded them, keeping others at a distance.

Xu Zimo bought some pastries from a nearby stall and began asking about the tournament.

“It started days ago,” the vendor laughed.

“Today they’re doing elimination matches in the Heaven-Genesis Microcosm. If I weren’t working, I’d go watch myself.”

“Heaven-Genesis Microcosm,” Xu Zimo smiled.

As the two walked down the street, each of Baili City’s four gates, east, west, south, and north, displayed massive void projections.

Even from afar, the images were clearly visible. They took up half the sky.

The projections showed scenes of the prodigies inside the Heaven-Genesis Microcosm.

Everyone could watch clearly and see how each person performed.

“Still missed it,” Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile. “Dad’s going to nag me again.”

“Are we watching here?” Monk Great Wisdom asked.

“No, let’s go to Baili Manor and find my father,” Xu Zimo said.

The two arrived at the Baili estate. After showing the Holy Son token to the guards, one escorted Xu Zimo inside.

Given the chaos in Baili City, not only had city patrols increased,

Baili Manor was also heavily guarded by disciples.

Following the guard, Xu Zimo reached a massive plaza.

Ordinary folks could only watch the tournament from within the city.

To enter Baili Manor, one had to belong to a top-tier faction or an imperial lineage.

Even second-tier forces weren’t qualified to sit in this plaza.

At its center, a large void projection clearly displayed scenes from the Heaven-Genesis Microcosm.

In front of the projection sat dozens, nearly a hundred people.

These were the rulers of the Eastern Continent. When they spoke, the whole continent shook.

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