Little Yu found Su Luo and the others.
"I think Di Haoran has discovered me."
"No way. If he discovered you, shouldn’t he have captured you already?"
After all, Little Yu was once a member of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
"Maybe he didn’t recognize me. I was actually pretty low-key in the Heavenly Demon Sect."
That made sense. Little Yu hadn’t done anything outrageous since joining the sect.
She had always kept a low profile.
They decided not to dwell on it, and Su Luo and the others went to watch the excitement.
These past few days, Su Luo and his companions had already explored all the interesting places in the Northern Heavenly Gate.
Now, the spectacle they were heading to was the selection event hosted by Di Haoran.
Originally, he would simply choose who he deemed suitable to join the team heading for the Immortal’s Legacy. But with so many people suddenly arriving at the Northern Heavenly Gate,
the place had become lively.
And since everyone had come all this way, it would be a waste to leave without accomplishing anything.
Thus, numerous events were held, offering chances—just chances—to secure a spot.
But it was all the same old routine—martial arts tournaments and the like.
In the end, the final decision still rested with Di Haoran.
Of course, Di Haoran was relatively fair. If you had strength and talent, you’d be chosen.
"Are you going to participate?" Su Luo asked Little Yu.
"No, I’ll leave the opportunity for those who need it."
No matter what, Little Yu would be crossing the Northern Heavenly Gate with Su Luo, so she didn’t need a spot.
Thus, Su Luo and the others became mere spectators, quietly observing the performances from the sidelines.
......
Watching these events, Su Luo and the others felt as if they had participated in similar ones long ago.
"What’s wrong? You look nostalgic," Jiang Ningshu remarked.
"Not really. Just feeling like I’m not young anymore," Su Luo said, shaking his head.
"If you want to relive your youth, just step onto the stage."
"Bullying them would be too easy, but it doesn’t seem fun. Should we leave?"
"Sure." Jiang Ningshu wasn’t particularly interested either.
"Yeah." Little Yu felt the same. It was entertaining at first, but soon it all felt too familiar.
The three of them stood up and walked toward the wall leading to the Untamed Wasteland.
They had originally planned to wait for Nangong Xiyun to arrive and see her.
But never mind—they could meet after everything was over.
Right now, Lin Xuan’s main forces were still on their way to the Northern Heavenly Gate. Once Di Haoran finalized the selection, they would regroup and head straight for the Untamed Wasteland.
Just as Su Luo and the others reached the wall leading to the Untamed Wasteland,
someone stopped them.
"Apologies, but passage ahead is forbidden. Please turn back."
The three of them acted as if they hadn’t heard and continued forward.
"Stop, or we’ll take action."
The guards drew their weapons, ready to strike.
Little Yu flashed forward in an instant, striking each of them with her sheathed sword and knocking them unconscious.
Before they collapsed, they heard her say, "Don’t worry, my sword never left its sheath."
Her movements were swift and precise—they didn’t even have a chance to call for help.
But they were still discovered.
A guard at the Nascent Soul level quickly arrived.
"State your intentions, or I will be forced to kill you."
The guard didn’t attack immediately, seeing that Little Yu hadn’t gone for the kill.
Su Luo and the others continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Ningshu was now in her black-robed form, her features hidden. It wasn’t suitable for her to be seen with Su Luo in the upcoming events.
With a mere surge of her aura, she knocked the Nascent Soul-level guard unconscious.
Before collapsing, the guard’s eyes rolled back, his last thought: So strong!
Jiang Ningshu’s aura was highly targeted, so it didn’t cause a major disturbance.
Yet, they were still noticed.
A Void Refinement-level guard appeared.
Su Luo realized they had made a tactical error—they should have sneaked across quietly instead of drawing so much attention.
The Void Refinement expert remained composed, confident in his strength.
"From the looks of it, you intend to force your way through the Northern Heavenly Gate? Whoever you are, you will pay the price."
But as he spoke, his confidence began to waver.
Facing the three of them, he felt as if the sky itself was collapsing onto him.
The Void Refinement expert didn’t want to waste words—he feared that if he delayed, he’d lose his chance to act.
He quickly gathered his spiritual energy, preparing to attack.
Then he saw Su Luo casually throw a dozen punches in his direction.
The Void Refinement expert was startled, assuming it was some formidable fist technique, and hastily dodged.
But nothing happened.
He was baffled—was the technique so advanced that he couldn’t even comprehend it?
Su Luo was simply using Void Hands.
Each casual strike counted as an attack.
So, a dozen Void Hands suddenly materialized and assaulted the Void Refinement expert.
The expert never expected these bizarre hands to appear out of nowhere, surrounding him.
He tried to resist, but the amplified Void Hands pummeled, slapped, and clawed at him relentlessly.
The overwhelming force left him no room to counterattack.
The Void Refinement expert was left barely alive.
Unwilling to accept defeat, he considered burning his life force to prove he wasn’t weak.
Su Luo threw another punch.
The Void Hands struck again.
The expert’s eyes filled with despair—he abandoned his plan and silently begged for mercy.
But then, another hand appeared, seizing the Void Hands and crushing them effortlessly.
Di Haoran had arrived, standing tall and imposing before the Void Refinement expert.
"Leave the rest to me."
A heroic rescue, accompanied by reassuring words.
The Void Refinement expert smiled weakly, thinking these three were in for a world of pain.
Then he passed out.
Di Haoran unleashed his aura. "You three, unless you have a valid reason, the consequences will be severe."
The entire Northern Heavenly Gate trembled under his pressure.
The onlookers wondered—how could anyone possibly oppose such power?
But the next moment, they all concluded it was impossible.
Whispers spread through the crowd.
"Heavens, what is this? It’s terrifying—I feel like I’m about to faint!"
"And this is just the residual pressure. If he targeted us, we wouldn’t last a second."
"Who dared provoke Di Haoran? Is there a show to watch?"
"You want to die? This isn’t the kind of show you can spectate!"
A few curious souls tried to get closer, but members of the Emperor Heaven Sect stopped them.
They could only watch from afar.
Meanwhile, Su Luo and the other two remained expressionless, continuing their leisurely stroll.
"We want to cross," Su Luo said calmly.
Di Haoran was at least worthy of a response.
"Apologies, but passage is forbidden. If you truly wish to go, earn your spot through the proper channels. Of course, only after we verify your identities."
Di Haoran recognized Little Yu as the genius he had glimpsed earlier.
But he wasn’t sure about their backgrounds.
Wait—the man in the middle seemed familiar too.
Di Haoran frowned. He had definitely seen him before, but his weak presence had made him forgettable.
Su Luo of the Heavenly Demon Sect?!
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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.
