In the autumn of the 37,821st year of the Wanzu Calendar, at the summit of Tianzhu Peak.

Chen Feng stood at the forefront of the human race, gazing at the majestic circular arena before him. This architectural complex, transformed from ancient ruins, floated thousands of feet in the air, its entire structure cast in white jade, gleaming in the sunlight. Nine towering stone pillars encircled the perimeter, their tops ablaze with an inextinguishable spiritual flame, symbolizing the nine founding races of the Council of Ten Thousand Races.

"Are you nervous?" Di Fengtian asked telepathically.

Chen Feng shook his head slightly, the chaotic vortex within his body slowly rotating, easily dispelling any restlessness. Three months had passed since his return from the Chaotic Secret Realm, and he had not only completely stabilized his peak Heavenly King Realm cultivation, but had also comprehended the "Chaos Creation Scripture" to the minor completion stage.

"I'm just curious why the All Races Conference was held at this time."

Di Feng's gaze swept over the representatives of various races who were arriving one after another: "The werewolf race has been wiped out, the Chaos Realm has changed hands, and the power of all races needs to be reshuffled. This conference will determine the allocation of resources for the next hundred years."

As time went by, the venue gradually became more lively. Chen Feng noticed that many racial representatives cast inquiring glances at them, some curious, some hostile, and most scrutinizing.

"That's the Sea Dragon Clan, skilled in water-based magical abilities... That's the Stone Spirit Clan over there, with astonishing defensive capabilities..." Di Feng whispered to his disciple, introducing the characteristics of each clan. "Watch out for that group of golden-robed people in the southwest corner. Elder Jin Lie of the Lion-Man Clan is personally leading them; they're up to no good."

Following the direction, Chen Feng saw an old man in a golden robe staring coldly at them. The old man had a golden lion tattoo on his forehead and held a scepter inlaid with a blood-red gemstone; his aura was unfathomable.

"The Great Perfection of the Heavenly King Realm," Chen Feng's pupils contracted slightly, "is even more powerful than the demonized Jin Huang."

Jin Lie seemed to notice Chen Feng's gaze, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Naive." Chen Feng remained unmoved and was about to look away when he suddenly spotted a familiar figure behind the Lion-Man race—Yun Yi! She stood in the Eagle-Man race, covered in silver armor, with a cold and stern face, seemingly deliberately avoiding eye contact with Chen Feng.

Just as Chen Feng was pondering, the nine stone pillars suddenly shone brightly, and a circular platform rose in the center of the hall. An old man in a green robe appeared out of thin air on the platform, holding a whisk, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom.

"Senior Qingxuan!" Chen Feng was surprised to find that the host of the conference was the old Taoist in green who had given him the jade slip.

With a light wave of his whisk, Qingxuan's voice boomed like a bell: "The Grand Assembly of All Races officially begins!"

The entire hall fell silent. Qingxuan surveyed the room and continued, "This conference has three agenda items: first, to confirm the qualifications of the newly promoted great clans; second, to redistribute the resource map; and third, to discuss strategies for dealing with the chaotic anomalies."

"First, does the human race have any objections to being promoted to a second-tier major race?"

The words had barely left his lips when a cold snort rang out from the lion-man camp. Elder Jin Lie rose, slamming his scepter heavily on the ground: "What merit do humans possess? Having merely managed to wipe out a lowly wolf clan, they dare to presume to stand on equal footing with us?"

Several representatives of races friendly with the Lion-Men echoed this sentiment. Chen Feng noticed that the Sea Dragon Clan and the Stone Spirit Clan remained silent, seemingly pleased to see the two sides fighting.

Qingxuan's expression remained unchanged: "According to the rules, if there are any objections, the applicant must prove their own strength. Human representative, are you willing to accept the challenge?"

Before Di Feng could respond, Chen Feng stepped forward: "Chen Feng of the human race is willing to accept any test."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the hall. Many representatives looked surprised, not expecting the human race to send such a young representative to speak.

Jin Lie gave a cold smile: "Quite audacious! According to tradition, one must pass the 'Three Talents Battle Formation' test—simultaneously defeating three experts of the same realm. If defeated, the human race will be barred from applying for advancement for a hundred years."

Di Feng transmitted a warning: "Be careful, it might be a trap. The Three Talents Battle Formation usually sends people from neutral races, but Jin Lie will definitely try to interfere."

Chen Feng nodded almost imperceptibly and said loudly, "Chen Feng is willing to go."

Qingxuan stroked his beard with satisfaction: "Good. The challenger will be decided by drawing lots."

He waved his hand, summoning a jade tablet, and was about to cast a spell when Jin Lie suddenly interrupted, "Wait! To ensure fairness, I suggest that one person each from the Sea Dragon Clan, the Stone Spirit Clan, and the Shadow Clan be chosen. These three clans have no prior grudges against the human race, making them the most suitable."

Qingxuan gave Jin Lie a deep look, then nodded in agreement: "Alright."

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat. Although these three races had no direct conflict with the human race, they were all allies of the Lion-Man race. Di Feng's expression also turned serious, clearly seeing through the trickery involved.

Soon, three challengers took to the stage. The Sea Dragon Clan member was a blue-haired youth wielding a trident; the Stone Spirit Clan member was a burly, gray-skinned giant; and the Shadow Clan member was shrouded in a black robe, revealing only a pair of eerie green eyes.

"The Three Talents Battle Formation, begin!" Qingxuan waved his whisk, and a transparent barrier rose around the high platform, enveloping the four of them.

Chen Feng stood at the center of the formation, calmly observing his three opponents. This barrier not only isolated the inside from the outside, but also suppressed everyone's strength to the same level—early stage of the Heavenly King Realm. Seemingly fair, it was actually disadvantageous to him, because the advantage of his Chaos Golden Body would be greatly weakened.

"Human brat, remember that the one who killed you was Cangming of the Sea Dragon Clan!" The blue-haired youth took the lead in attacking, swinging his trident and three water dragons appeared out of thin air, roaring as they charged toward Chen Feng.

At the same time, the giant stone spirit slammed his fists into the ground, and countless stone spikes rose from beneath Chen Feng's feet. The Shadow Clan members vanished without a trace, as if merging into the shadows.

Facing an attack from three sides, Chen Feng remained calm and composed. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air, simultaneously forming hand seals: "Heavenly Saint Transformation Technique - Clone Technique!"

Three clones appeared, each facing one of the three water dragons. The main body, however, spun in mid-air, narrowly avoiding a Shadow Clan blade attacking from behind.

"Not bad." The Shadow Clan assassin's voice was hoarse; having missed his first strike, he immediately fled.

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