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Join the ServerBorrowing the authority of the White Dragon, Yuan Bu successfully notified most of the B-classes across the Six-Eyed Alliance along his way.
Some of these B-classes had been renowned for years, already standing as prominent figures of the Six-Eyed Alliance.
Others he had never even heard of, completely unaware of where these B-classes had sprung from, nor knowing how the Divine Dragon knew of their existence, which only deepened his reverence for the Dragon’s miraculous abilities.
Aside from the immense nervousness and initial mix-up when meeting the very first B-class, things had grown considerably smoother afterward.
Moreover, he gradually discovered that every single one of these B-classes knew of the Divine Dragon, and each treated him with extraordinary courtesy.
Influenced by this, Yuan Bu realized for the first time that these B-classes were nothing formidable compared to the Divine Dragon, who was truly supreme.
Representing the Divine Dragon, Yuan Bu’s entire presence underwent a complete transformation.
For the first time, he felt he possessed dignity, and the seeds of hope began to sprout in his heart.
At this moment, Yuan Bu appeared before an unnamed small city in the Six-Eyed Alliance.
He had never heard of this place before, merely charging forward blindly in the direction indicated by the Divine Dragon, arriving before the gates of this small city in less than half an hour.
Upon arriving, Yuan Bu noticed an unusually large number of superhumans here.
Their mental states were noticeably different, carrying an exceptionally ruthless aura.
In the past, he would have been terrified at the sight, but now he remained entirely composed, walking toward the city gates with an impassive expression.
“Halt! Where do you think you’re from?”
The gatekeeper intercepted him, his tone laced with suspicion and cold disdain.
“I have come to see the B-class here, to deliver a message on behalf of the Middle Continent White Dragon,” Yuan Bu stated calmly.
“The Middle Continent White Dragon? What B-class do we have here? Quit spouting nonsense!”
The gatekeeper barked aggressively, “Get lost, you crazy brat, before you catch a beating.”
Yuan Bu looked at him calmly, then ignored him and strode toward the city gates.
“How bold! Trying to breach the gates? Subdue him!”
Several guards drew their blades and charged at Yuan Bu, with the gatekeeper swinging the blunt back of his blade toward Yuan Bu’s legs without hesitation.
THUD!
The gatekeeper hadn’t used excessive force, knowing this youth seemed somewhat bizarre, merely aiming to restrain him without taking his life.
Yet before his blade could touch Yuan Bu, an overwhelming surge of force erupted from before the boy, slamming squarely into his body and sending the gatekeeper flying backward through the air.
The next moment, excruciating pain wracked his entire body, leaving him sprawled on the ground, feeling as though his bones had shattered.
Yet the gatekeeper soon realized he had been fortunate.
Several of his companions had charged with intent to kill, aiming directly for Yuan Bu’s neck.
The gatekeeper watched as their bodies were similarly launched into the air, yet upon hitting the ground, they remained completely motionless.
“Quick, shut the gates!”
The guards atop the city walls watched this scene with terror and fury.
Crr-ack.
The heavy city gates began to close rapidly.
Yet Yuan Bu continued walking forward, completely unhurried.
BOOM!
The closing motion of the gates halted abruptly, and then they were forcibly shoved open inch by inch.
No matter how desperately the guards on the other side pushed, they were powerless to stop the gates from swinging wide.
Yuan Bu strode straight into the city right before their eyes.
Seeing this, not a single guard dared lift a finger against him.
Yuan Bu strode toward the left side of the city, his objective crystal clear: an ordinary house where a B-class expert lurked within.
“Stop him!”
Seeing Yuan Bu heading straight for the small house, a C-class guard shouted in alarm and fury.
Over a hundred figures poured out from all directions, charging directly toward Yuan Bu.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Yet in the next instant, figure after figure was hurled through the air, as if an invisible battering ram stood before Yuan Bu, sending everyone flying.
Yet there was nothing visible before Yuan Bu.
At this sight, a chill ran straight down the spines of everyone present.
The C-class guard felt a surge of pure horror, but dared not hesitate, charging at Yuan Bu with his blade drawn.
No matter what, he had to stop this terrifying stranger from offending their king.
“Die for me!”
The C-class guard roared, slashing down toward Yuan Bu’s neck with all his might, aiming for an instant kill.
Yet in the next moment, he found his own body launching into the air just like the others, failing to slow the youth’s pace by even a fraction of a second.
In that instant, the C-class guard finally experienced the youth’s terror firsthand, but before he could process his horror, his body crashed into the distance, his vision going black.
With the C-class guard dead, no one dared stand in Yuan Bu’s path.
***
Yuan Bu walked straight to the entrance of the house, only to pause, turn around, and walk toward the left instead.
The city residents, watching in terror, were left utterly dumbfounded by his sudden change of direction.
Yuan Bu himself held no doubts; if the Divine Dragon told him to turn around, he would turn around.
Arriving before a low building, he didn’t hesitate.
The next moment, his entire body floated into the air, landing softly atop the roof, and he sprinted across the rooftops toward the city walls.
Everyone stared slack-jawed.
Who was this youth?
To possess such formidable power at such a young age, floating through the air with an effortless grace that not even a B-class could match!
Yuan Bu’s heart pounded with unprecedented awe.
Although the divine techniques displayed by the Dragon had amazed him before, nothing compared to the sensation of soaring through the skies himself.
He was actually flying!
Even though it wasn’t his own power, Yuan Bu was thrilled beyond measure.
This feeling was magnificent.
Watching the buildings vanish beneath his feet like fleeting shadows, he felt zero fear of heights, only pure exhilaration.
At this moment, an ambition he had never dared entertain sprouted within his heart.
He wanted to learn how to fly.
In the past, he had known it was impossible, but now he believed that as long as he stayed by the Divine Dragon’s side, he could achieve it.
‘Would the Divine Dragon keep him?’
Yuan Bu felt a twinge of apprehension.
***
Soon, Yuan Bu leaped across the rooftops and scaled the city walls, soaring into the wilderness beyond.
His objective was clear, flying steadily forward.
Yuan Bu didn’t care why the Divine Dragon had directed him out here; he simply observed the landscape below with eager curiosity.
He could even see ghosts snarling at him from the ground, yet felt no fear.
Seeing that they were completely helpless against him made him feel extraordinarily cool.
It was just a pity that this wasn’t his own power.
Eventually, Yuan Bu came to a halt atop a giant tree on a mountain peak, looking around with curiosity.
The Divine Dragon surely had a reason for having him stop here.
He widened his eyes, scanning the ground below for anything out of the ordinary.
After a moment, his eyes locked onto a boulder not far beneath the tree.
The boulder moved.
The stone was pushed aside, and a masked man emerged from underneath.
The man looked around and let out a sigh of relief.
Looking up on instinct, he saw Yuan Bu standing atop the tree ahead, waving at him cheerfully.
The masked man stiffened instantly.
***
Back in the city, the residents let out a breath of relief upon seeing Yuan Bu’s departure.
Yet their expressions quickly darkened.
Ignoring the groaning wounded on the ground, they rushed back into their homes, packing whatever food they could find before sprinting toward the city gates to flee.
Yet upon reaching the gates, they discovered in horror that others were already trying to escape.
People were frantically slashing their blades or slamming their bodies against the empty air, yet a newly manifested, grayish barrier completely enveloped the entire city.
They were trapped inside, unable to escape.
***
Beside Yuan Bu, a white dragon roughly the size of a human appeared.
Yuan Bu stared at the White Dragon with wide eyes.
This was his first time seeing the White Dragon’s true form up close over these two days, having missed a clear view when the Dragon flew across the sky before.
After a moment, Yuan Bu snapped out of his daze and bowed hurriedly to the White Dragon.
A touch of fear crept into his heart, wondering if staring like that had offended the Dragon.
Yet he was also filled with overwhelming excitement; these past two days had been the most extraordinary experience of his life, being shielded by the Divine Dragon throughout.
Beside Yuan Bu, the masked man hovered frozen in mid-air like a pinned specimen, unable to move a muscle, his eyelids fluttering desperately as if pleading for mercy.
Boundless terror consumed the masked man’s mind, yet he was completely helpless.
He couldn’t fathom why the grand Divine Dragon had sought him out—to such an entity, he was merely an insignificant ant!
Just then, an even more terrifying sight unfolded before his eyes.
A human figure appeared out of thin air before him—a man who looked both unfamiliar and familiar.
“Is he a member of the Underworld?” Xi Yu asked after summoning the Black King of Hades.
The Black King of Hades looked weathered and broken, looking like a man in his late fifties despite being in his thirties.
Seeing the White Dragon, his eyes held only boundless terror.
He forced himself to inspect the masked man, saying nervously with hesitation, “Lord Dragon, the mask he wears indeed belongs to the King of Hades, but I must remove his mask to verify if it is his true self.”
The White Dragon made a slight gesture, and the mask on the man’s face slipped off trembling.
Revealed underneath was an exceptionally handsome Western man in his late twenties.
His strength was formidable, having already attained the B-class rank.
Yuan Bu stared at him in curious surprise, not expecting the masked man to look so young and handsome.
“Lord Dragon, it is him,” the Black King of Hades said with a sense of relief.
He had never seen the King of Hades in person, but in this moment, he was absolutely certain of his identity.
“Good,” Xi Yu nodded.
Even if it wasn’t the King of Hades, it didn’t matter, as long as it was confirmed to be a core member of the Underworld.
He hadn’t anticipated uncovering an entire city serving as an Underworld stronghold, which guaranteed he would track down the King of Hades eventually.
With the Black King of Hades’s identification, along with the testimonies of the residents in that city, this man’s identity was practically set in stone.
He had never met the King of Hades directly in his past life, which was why capturing him had required this roundabout method.
Capturing the King of Hades came as no surprise to Xi Yu.
Outside the Middle Continent, there were very few B-classes in the world, and some of them were bound to belong to the Underworld.
Identifying them one by one through the Black King of Hades was straightforward.
The only minor inconvenience was locating these B-classes.
With the White Dragon’s capabilities, it was merely slightly tedious; as long as he sought to capture them, the King of Hades and his lackeys had nowhere to run—unless they were ruthless enough to cripple their own cultivation, assuming they even knew Xi Yu was hunting them.
The King of Hades had simply suffered from a guilty conscience.
Had he obediently gone to Yuan Bu’s house, Xi Yu wouldn’t have discovered his identity so quickly, but attempting to flee through an underground tunnel had delivered him straight into Xi Yu’s hands.
Xi Yu was quite surprised that the King of Hades was so young.
To think that such a person had orchestrated countless horrific bloodbaths in the future of his past life.
Once some people gained power, they truly abandoned all humanity and moral baselines.
He needed to remain vigilant—not only for himself, but for all his believers as well.
Because believers gained strength too easily, some might inevitably lose their heads, requiring him to keep them properly constrained.
Subsequently, Xi Yu contacted the Middle Continent, having Chu Luan dispatch personnel to interrogate the King of Hades and root out the remaining members of the Underworld in one go.
With the entire city captured, even if they couldn’t wipe out the Underworld completely, it would deal them a crippling blow.
The Middle Continent arrived without issue, their lineup of pure B-classes leaving the Six-Eyed Alliance without a single word of protest.
As expected, that small city was indeed the headquarters of the Underworld.
And the Middle Continent uncovered horrifying discoveries within that stronghold, to the point where even Xi Yu felt deeply sickened upon learning the truth.
The Middle Continent rescued hundreds of abducted youths from the Underworld’s lair, alongside countless severed limbs.
The Underworld had not only used them for depraved indulgences, but had conducted wave after wave of brutal, bloody human experiments.
Hearing these details, even Chu Luan could only utter the words: “utterly depraved.”
Any hesitation about whether the city held innocent civilians vanished completely; they all deserved death.
Under their confessions, the Six-Eyed Alliance, cooperating with the Middle Continent, rounded up batch after batch of Underworld remnants.
However, they only managed to capture the Underworld members within the Six-Eyed Alliance; the members in other regions were unknown to the people in this city.
Confirming the Underworld’s atrocities, Xi Yu held nothing back against the King of Hades.
Under the pressure of dragon power, the King of Hades’s spine snapped completely, frantically confessing everything he had done and knew.
Through this, Xi Yu learned a great deal about the Underworld.
The Underworld had existed since before the catastrophe, and its current massive influence was merely a surviving remnant of its former strength.
Yet it wasn’t as formidable as Xi Yu had imagined.
Over the years, the various branches of the Underworld had operated independently, existing in name only.
It was only in recent years, when the King of Hades manifested a Food Sacrifice ability called [Thousand Miles] that allowed him to communicate face-to-face across thousands of miles, that he reconnected with the scattered branches.
This explained how the Black King of Hades knew him.
Under the King of Hades’s confession, Xi Yu obtained the approximate locations of the remaining Yin and Yang Hall Masters, as well as the other Yama Kings.
Yet the King of Hades knew little beyond that, holding no real authority over the other members.
In his past life, the Underworld’s immense power had likely been forged only after their members reached A-class and traveled across continents to reunite their forces.
With the Six-Eyed Alliance’s Underworld branch dismantled, the Middle Continent began closing the net domestically, capturing all individuals previously marked by Ding Ren.
The Underworld was brought to a close in the Middle Continent; even if stragglers remained, they could cause no major waves.
Xi Yu used the intel from the King of Hades to track down the remaining Yama Kings and the two Hall Masters in other nations, taking only a few days without incident.
He only captured the leadership, leaving the lower ranks to the Middle Continent.
Those with proven guilt were executed without exception.
As for the other eight super-criminals from his past life, the Middle Continent had only located two so far, but with communication networks restoring, finding the rest was only a matter of time.
***
Finally, Xi Yu returned to Star-Dream Farm with Yuan Bu.
Yuan Bu had assisted him significantly, and Xi Yu had offered to elevate his strength directly, but Yuan Bu expressed a desire to stay by his side and serve.
His family also hoped Xi Yu could bring Yuan Bu to the Middle Continent, so Xi Yu agreed and brought him along.
When his strength grew in the future, he could return home on his own.
As for the B-classes of the Six-Eyed Alliance, they never ended up meeting Xi Yu, unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
Upon returning, Xi Yu handed Yuan Bu over to Zhang Qingyuan, settling back into his daily routine of cultivating and elevating his believers’ strength.
He was thoroughly out of tasks.
Along the way, he transported another contingent of people to the Celestial Palace Realm.
The Second Military Guard and his team discovered that the Celestial Palace Realm was far better suited for livestock breeding than grain farming, as it lacked Mutation Particles and mutation traits entirely.
To any realm cultivating Mutation Particles, the Celestial Palace Realm was an absolute treasure trove, which would undoubtedly become a prime target if exposed.
Thus, Xi Yu had to ensure the dimensional passage between the two worlds remained strictly protected.
Taking this opportunity in the Celestial Palace Realm, Xi Yu questioned the Nine-Tailed Red Fox regarding the secrets of ascending to a Lord of the Beyond and a Heavenly Emperor.
The Nine-Tailed Fox hid nothing, though Xi Yu’s harvest was modest.
The cultivation system of the Celestial Palace Realm was fundamentally different from the mutation system, relying entirely on the spiritual energy converted by the Heavenly Emperors.
From the foundational Warrior stage up to Golden Core and Nascent Soul, cultivators absorbed and compressed spiritual energy into a high-density energy core.
Reaching the Lord of the Beyond required opening an inner energy domain within that core—a domain known as the Beyond.
The size of this domain determined the Lord’s strength, and expanding it once opened was exceedingly difficult.
As for the final step to becoming a Heavenly Emperor, even the Nine-Tailed Red Fox did not know.
This left Xi Yu somewhat disappointed.
Following the Heavenly Emperor path seemed unviable unless he cultivated using the spiritual energy of the Celestial Palace Realm, and the method of becoming a Heavenly Emperor was difficult to obtain.
However, Xi Yu was deeply intrigued by the concept of opening an internal energy domain.
If applied to the mutation system, the boost in strength would be immense.
Yet despite its brilliance, he felt it remained far inferior to a Calamity Lord.
A Calamity Lord with infinite believers possessed infinite strength, with supreme Calamity Lords able to overpower even Food Sequence Lords.
A Lord of the Beyond, however, was strictly constrained by the size of their internal domain, with hard limits on growth.
Ultimately, Xi Yu decided to experiment with the Celestial Palace Realm’s cultivation system.
He first attempted cultivating using Mutation Particles, only to find it completely unworkable.
Whenever he tried condensing an energy core of Mutation Particles, his dragon scales absorbed it instantly.
Thus, Xi Yu had no choice but to cultivate using spiritual energy in the Celestial Palace Realm.
This attempt proved far smoother; his body held little interest in spiritual energy, and with his monstrous physical foundation, cultivating the Celestial Palace arts was effortless.
He bypassed all bottlenecks, crossing several foundational stages in one breath to condense a Golden Core directly.
Yet the moment the spiritual energy formed a Golden Core, his dragon-scale body suddenly developed a ravenous hunger for it.
He realized that once condensed into a Golden Core, the energy structure evolved, shifting toward a Soul Essence, explaining his body’s reaction.
Fortunately, the craving was manageable, allowing him to maintain control.
Over the next few days, he refined the Golden Core into a Nascent Soul, yet the moment it formed, the core showed signs of instability.
Without hesitation, Xi Yu dispersed the Nascent Soul immediately; otherwise, his own body would have devoured it.
It seemed that all paths converged at the peak; the Celestial Palace system at high levels resembled the mutation path, which made dual cultivation impossible for him right now.
Xi Yu felt helpless; refining a Nascent Soul was out of the question in the short term.
Yet he wasn’t disheartened, realizing that cultivating the Celestial Palace system wasn’t entirely unfeasible.
He merely needed to reach S-class first.
At S-class, physical mutation and soul transformation reached their limits, bringing physical evolution to a halt.
Unless ascending to SS-class, the body could no longer grow stronger by passively absorbing Mutation Particles.
An S-class’s strength was essentially locked in place, requiring alternative paths to gain more power, such as acquiring new Food Sacrifice abilities.
At S-class, his body would cease absorbing energy passively, making it the perfect time to pursue the Celestial Palace system.
He would need to cultivate straight to the Lord of the Beyond in one breath, locking all energy within an internal domain to prevent it from fusing with the mutation system.
Xi Yu wasn’t sure if it would succeed, but resolved to try, willing to treat the internal domain as nourishment for his body if it failed.
He even wondered if he could attempt cultivating it using pure Mutation Particles once at S-class.
With these thoughts, his motivation to reach S-class grew even stronger.
Although he had spent several days on this experiment, Xi Yu didn’t mind, having passed the time productively.
Only half a month remained before the Divine Arena descended.
Xi Yu felt an increasing sense of anticipation mixed with anxiety.
In his past life, the Divine Arena had been the root of all chaos on Kun Star, yet now he actively looked forward to its arrival.
If it failed to appear, his promise to Chu Luan would be proven false.
Though Chu Luan’s trust wouldn’t waver, Xi Yu disliked giving others the impression of making empty boasts.
***
October 1, Year 27 of the Catastrophe Calendar.
Only ten days remained before the Divine Arena’s descent.
Tension began to mount across the Middle Continent and the globe.
Days prior, the Middle Continent had officially announced the impending arrival of the Divine Arena nationwide.
The announcement framed it as a potential event without attributing the knowledge to Xi Yu, preserving Xi Yu’s face if the arena failed to appear.
The reconstruction across the Middle Continent ground to a halt, with nearly all industries entering a nationwide holiday.
Chu Luan urged everyone to stay indoors and avoid traveling.
According to Xi Yu, as long as they refrained from greed, they would remain safe.
The Divine Arena would issue summons to every superhuman globally, inviting them to clear trials for rewards.
Initially, these trials carried zero danger and offered genuine benefits.
Yet once lost in the allure of rewards, mortal danger would descend, and accepting the summons meant being unable to refuse future rounds, making escape nearly impossible.
As long as they rejected the summons, nothing would happen.
In his past life, superhumans had been rare globally, yet now the Middle Continent alone held tens of millions.
If they were lured into the arena, the Middle Continent wouldn’t just be crippled—it would face total annihilation.
Compared to Chu Luan’s deep anxiety, Xi Yu remained remarkably calm.
When the Divine Arena arrived, it would inevitably lure superhumans in one by one just like in his past life, rather than unleashing lethal strikes immediately.
Even if someone succumbed to temptation, they would remain safe temporarily.
Once the arena manifested, he would ensure it never left, giving it no chance to harm anyone.
***
When he visited the dining hall for breakfast that morning, he found Star-Dream Farm entirely unaffected, everyone eating and drinking merrily.
Xi Yu had developed a habit of sleeping in recently, usually waking around nine in the morning.
Normally, the dining hall would be empty by this hour, yet today it was exceptionally lively.
With the rest of the nation on holiday, the farm had followed suit, remaining on break until October 11 when the arena descended.
All construction across the farm had stopped, save for the livestock coops.
Even the Dharma Idol Dragon had been dismantled by Xi Yu the previous day.
Seeing Xi Yu enter, greetings rang out, and Xi Yu waved back with a smile, curious why everyone was gathered in the hall today.
When Fang Jianbo brought his breakfast over, Xi Yu listened to the chatter and quickly understood.
With a rare extended holiday, the farm residents were planning a massive festival and market.
The farm had been established for nearly half a year without a single celebration, and with this extended break, they couldn’t hold back.
As for the Divine Arena, they held zero fear; with the Divine Dragon watching over Star-Dream Farm, what was there to fear?
The event had been organized spontaneously by the residents, with Zhang Qingyuan remaining uninvolved, though he naturally had no objections.
Xi Yu was thoroughly intrigued, never one to miss a lively gathering.
When the crowd finalized the festival for October 7, Xi Yu clapped in approval.
Seeing him applaud, everyone grew even more enthusiastic.
Over the next few days, the farm was submerged in joy and excitement as everyone prepared.
Xi Yu remained a casual observer.
He looked forward to the festivities, but intended to participate purely as a customer.
While everyone bustled about, he maintained his routine of cultivating and elevating his believers’ strength, not wasting a single second.
Time flew by, and October 7 arrived in the blink of an eye.
Xi Yu woke up early that day.
He rose at eight sharp, washed up, and stepped out of his house.
He had been staying on the farm recently, having not visited his underground glazed sanctuary for quite some time.
Opening his door, the bustling festival lay just a short distance away.
By the time he arrived, the farm had already been lively for hours.
The farm was packed with people, far more than he usually saw.
He wondered if residents from Central City and Xincheng City had sneaked over as well.
Stalls selling food and clothes lined the streets.
Everyone had brought out items they didn’t need to barter for goods they wanted.
Joy radiated from every face, laughter echoing across the farm.
Xi Yu hadn’t eaten breakfast, looking around for something to eat.
The moment he approached a stall, a tea egg was pressed into his hands, and before he could thank them, the teenager who handed it over had already dashed off.
Shaking his head, he peeled the shell and popped the egg into his mouth.
While chewing, a young girl brought him a plate of mung bean cakes.
Strolling along, food was constantly thrust into his hands.
Normally, no one dared feed him, but today everyone had cast aside their reservations.
Man Wenhuai’s family gave him a batch of Songzao Baba, and Yuan Bu even produced a slice of cake from somewhere.
Xi Yu felt he could set up his own food stall right on the spot.
With life on the farm thriving, food varieties far exceeded other regions.
Xi Yu ate non-stop along the way, his vast appetite accommodating everything effortlessly.
Everything was a feast for the eyes; he had never seen such a bustling scene in his life.
Beyond food, there were games, played not for profit, but purely for fun.
Since the catastrophe, no one had felt this happy and carefree.
In the crowd, he spotted Augustus and his companions grinning foolishly, playing games alongside the younger residents without anyone fearing them.
Xi Yu paused before a ring-toss stall.
Since everyone on the farm was at least E-class, winning a standard ring-toss game was guaranteed, so the rules had been adapted.
The stall owner was a D-class warrior, challenging participants to toss rings past his defensive obstruction, restricted to contestants below C-class.
The prizes were the items tossed onto—simple bowls, plates, and handwoven bamboo crafts.
Yet it drew a massive crowd, functioning essentially as a friendly sparring match.
Xi Yu watched as a D-class paid to participate, but the stall owner was an expert, blocking every single toss.
Good-natured jeering erupted across the crowd.
Ultimately, the stall owner yielded slightly, allowing the contestant to win a finely woven bamboo dragonfly.
“Lord of the Dragon Realm, would you like to give it a try?”
The stall owner spotted Xi Yu, his eyes lighting up with an eager invitation.
“Lord of the Dragon Realm” was the new title Xi Yu had asked the farm residents to use, finding “Divine Dragon” awkward to hear daily.
“I don’t meet your requirements,” Xi Yu pointed at the rules on the sign.
“You are an exception! I’m sure no one will object!” the owner called out to the crowd. “Right, everyone?”
“Yes! Play a few rounds, Lord of the Dragon Realm!” the crowd cheered.
“Alright, I won’t stand on ceremony,” Xi Yu laughed. “I’ll suppress my strength to D-class. Don’t hold back; with such precise control, I might not land one either.”
He paid the fee and took five rings.
Xi Yu held back his strength, but wasn’t about to miss every toss.
He walked away holding a bamboo Qilin, having landed one ring after both he and the owner held back slightly, sharing in the collective amusement.
Next, Xi Yu watched a lion dance performance, though there was no dragon dance, likely out of respect for him.
Xi Yu watched with immense enjoyment.
By evening, a grand variety show was held, turning the atmosphere even more electrifying.
With everyone possessing superhuman abilities, the performances were dazzling and creative, leaving Xi Yu utterly mesmerized.
Vaguely, a voice seemed to echo beside his ear: “Open your mouth.”
Xi Yu opened his mouth on instinct, but after waiting a moment, no food arrived.
On stage, a sword dance concluded, and Xi Yu clapped enthusiastically.
He loved this festival, resolving to hold it annually on the farm, granting a two-week holiday every October.
***
Over the next few days, the farm finally settled into calm.
Confident as they were in the Divine Dragon, few people took the Divine Arena lightly.
Fewer and fewer people ventured outside.
October 11, 9:00 AM.
After a peaceful morning, the sky suddenly turned a fiery red, as if the entire firmament were ablaze, before plunging into total darkness in an instant.
And in the depths of the heavens, a colossal, breathtakingly magnificent structure manifested.
The [Divine Arena] had truly arrived.
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