In the high-altitude universe near this world, there exists a "Chaotic Sea" that even Nascent Soul cultivators dare not set foot in.
Deep within the Chaos Sea, four blurry figures of light floated in the void. Each figure emanated a pressure that made heaven and earth tremble. The surrounding space twisted into a vortex, and countless Dao principles swirled around it like swimming fish—it was an aura that far exceeded the limits of this world's realm and even touched the level of "domain".
"Are you sure?" The figure on the left spoke first, his voice like the clash of metal, carrying an undeniable authority. "In these four barbarian domains, there are actually powerful figures that even you cannot see through?"
The light and shadow on the right flickered, and the tone carried a rare solemnity: "It's absolutely true. Last time I descended to the Southern Region using a projection, intending to see the people of this world. It was he who approached me first. It seems he didn't see me as a threat, so he didn't take the initiative to attack me."
"Oh?" The figure in the center chuckled, a hum of Dao principles echoing in his voice. "To make you feel threatened, that's interesting. What's his background?"
“I don’t know,” the figure on the right said in a deep voice. “I tried to deduce his origins, but I was repelled by an invisible force. Fortunately, I stopped in time and almost injured my essence and life. Based on my senses, he is most likely not a being of this world, but more like… an existence from a higher dimension.”
"A higher dimension?" the last wisp of light spoke, its voice carrying an ancient, weathered quality. "Then why would he descend upon this low-dimensional, barbaric land? Does he also know the secrets of this world?"
The four clusters of light and shadow fell silent.
Due to the limitations of the world's rules, they could not descend into the main domain in their true form and could only observe in projection form. But now, a high-dimensional powerhouse suddenly appeared. How could they not be alarmed?
“Whether he knows it or not,” the figure on the left said coldly, “if this person can truly threaten us, we must eliminate him as soon as possible. With the combined strength of the four of us, we might be able to kill him.”
The four clusters of light and shadow fell silent once more, while the surrounding Daoist power grew increasingly restless, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey, quietly observing the movements of the four regions—especially the seemingly dilapidated Qingyun Sect.
Meanwhile, at the Northern Imperial City's Martial Arts Arena.
The first round of the Four Regions Martial Arts Tournament has officially begun.
"This round is the 'Black Wind Mountain Range Points Tournament'!" The old cultivator from the Northern Region, who was hosting the event, had a loud voice that resounded throughout the entire venue. "The rules are as follows: All participating cultivators will be randomly teleported to various locations in the Black Wind Mountain Range via teleportation arrays. There are demonic beasts and monsters in the mountains. Killing them will earn you points. If you encounter cultivators from other regions, defeating them will allow you to steal 30% of their points. After three days, the top 100 in points will advance!"
"Attention! Killing fellow cultivators within the mountain range is strictly prohibited. Violators will be immediately expelled! Teleportation array activated—"
Before the words were finished, the huge teleportation array in the center of the training ground lit up with a dazzling light, and countless runes flowed, enveloping the more than a thousand cultivators participating in the competition.
Xiao Chen stood in the teleportation array, feeling the spatial pull beneath his feet, his gaze calm. The communication talisman at his waist lay quietly—before coming, Jiang Li had sent a message saying she had other important matters in the Northern Region and would arrive later, telling him to be careful.
"Buzz—"
A flash of white light, and the dizziness from the teleportation array subsided, revealing Xiao Chen in a dense jungle.
The air was filled with the damp scent of grass and trees, and the roars of monsters echoed in his ears. He had just steadied himself when he heard heavy footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw a ten-foot-tall "Ironclad Wild Boar" charging towards him with blood-red eyes, its tusks gleaming coldly, and its hide as hard as black iron. As it ran, it smashed through several small trees, its momentum terrifying.
This armored wild boar is considered a third-tier demonic beast in the Black Wind Mountains. Its strength is comparable to that of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. If an ordinary Golden Core cultivator were to be hit by it, they would either die or suffer severe injuries.
Xiao Chen merely raised an eyebrow and gripped the rusty iron spear on his back.
"You've come at the perfect time."
Instead of retreating, he advanced, his feet propelling him forward like an arrow released from a bow, charging towards the armored boar. Just as the boar's tusks were about to touch his chest, he swiftly twisted his wrist, the rusty iron spear tracing a tricky arc, its tip precisely piercing a gap in the boar's soft armor on its neck—its only weakness.
"Pfft!"
The spear tip pierced half a foot, and the armored boar let out a shrill scream. Its massive body staggered a few steps, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, twitching a few times before losing its breath.
[Points +10]
A pale blue light screen flashed before Xiao Chen's eyes, displaying his current score.
This is a specially made "points jade token" by the event organizers, which can automatically record the points for killing monsters or defeating cultivators.
Xiao Chen pulled out the tip of his gun, flicked the blood off it, and looked into the depths of the jungle.
The Black Wind Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles, a place where danger and opportunity coexist. It is home not only to demonic beasts but also to cultivators from other domains—especially those from the Xuan Tian Sect, who are likely among them.
“Xuantian Sect, Shadow Pavilion…” Xiao Chen’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Perfect. If you run into them, I’ll let you taste what it feels like to have your points stolen.”
He determined his direction, picked up his rusty iron spear, and headed deeper into the mountains. His steps were light, his spear intent restrained, yet it carried an unyielding sharpness.
The three-day qualifying rounds have only just begun.
His goal was never to be among the top 100 to advance.
It's revenge, it's proof, it's letting everyone know—Xiao Chen of the Southern Region is not to be trifled with.
In the nearby jungle, several low-level demonic beasts, sensing the spear intent emanating from Xiao Chen, trembled with fear and dared not even breathe loudly.
Deep within the Black Wind Mountains, the forests grew increasingly dense, with towering ancient trees blocking out the sun, allowing only dappled sunlight to filter through the gaps. The aura of demonic beasts in the air grew stronger, and occasionally, one could see the fleeting shadows of sharp claws flashing through the trees, or hear the low roars echoing from afar.
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