The All-Peak Tournament resumed in full swing.
Encouraged by Lin Heming, the disciples on the field were all fired up, eager to temper themselves in this tournament.
The dueling arenas were exceptionally lively, with spells and divine arts flying everywhere.
Except for........................ a certain someone.
That was Ye Shu.
His matches were arguably the most boring of all. Anyone who drew him as an opponent undoubtedly surrendered on the spot.
After all, why would they fight a monster possessed by a snake?
Seriously?
There was simply no reason to try and defeat an opponent you couldn't possibly win against.
"Umm, Senior Brother Ye..."
The disciple in the finals gave a sheepish smile and cupped his fists. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going down now. Take your time eating."
With that, he leaped off the stage, actually forfeiting the match.
Leaving behind a speechless Ye Shu to stare awkwardly at the referee elder, whose face was brimming with gratification.
"Young man, I have high hopes for you."
The referee elder patted Ye Shu's shoulder with a benevolent expression.
"Your path is still long. Walk it well."
Ye Shu's mouth twitched.
"Thank you, Elder."
The elder nodded, turned to face the entire audience, and announced loudly.
"I declare the winner of this tournament to be—"
"Ye Shu!"
Thunderous applause erupted.
As the referee elder's voice faded, this unique All-Peak Tournament finally came to a close.
The disciples of the Azure Profound Sect would probably never forget this day.
What happened in a single day was far more spectacular than what some people experienced in an entire lifetime.
The reward for the victor was actually quite simple.
They could spend three months in close contact with the Azure Profound Sword in the back mountain.
Do not be fooled by this seemingly ordinary reward; it actually held profound mysteries.
Aside from its spirit-gathering effects, the Azure Profound Sword had a far more miraculous function.
Its most extraordinary effect was its ability to help one comprehend the Dao. It wasn't some vague, esoteric enlightenment, but a tangible, real sensation of the Dao right beside you.
The laws of heaven and earth would spontaneously revolve around the Azure Profound Sword.
One must know that the first time ordinary cultivators could closely comprehend the laws of heaven and earth was usually when breaking through to the Void Return realm.
When a cultivator broke through to the Void Return realm, there would be a window of opportunity.
That period was a blessing from heaven and earth, allowing the cultivator to closely comprehend its laws and touch its core. All previous confusions in cultivation would be easily resolved. It could be said that a Void Return cultivator who had not comprehended the power of laws was, at best, just a larger-scale Soul Formation cultivator with more abundant spiritual energy and a stronger physical body.
Only by touching the Dao could one truly be considered a Void Return cultivator.
Only then would there be a true qualitative difference.
Reaching this step, the gap between Soul Formation and Void Return was like an insurmountable chasm. Fighting across realms became almost impossible.
A saying had always circulated in the Profound Heaven Continent—
"Those who do not see the Dao are ultimately but ants."
But the Azure Profound Sect had the Azure Profound Sword. Therefore, even without entering the Void Return realm, one could use the sword to closely contact the laws of heaven and earth. After consuming this opportunity, it would take about thirty years to re-condense the laws of heaven and earth.
That was why the All-Peak Tournament was held once every thirty years.
And why the Azure Profound Sect recruited disciples once every thirty years.
It was all for this.
It was also to find the true master of the Azure Profound Sword. Unfortunately, despite the Azure Profound Sect's legacy of tens of thousands of years, the right person had yet to appear.
As for why no one came to snatch such a powerful artifact.
Just look at the Demonic Path in the distance, children.
After a few simple days of preparation and post-tournament settlements, the day to head to the back mountain finally arrived.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
