Calamity of Tomorrow

Facing Wei Cangsheng's instantaneous killing of Wen He, some felt it was too cruel, too vile, while others turned their gaze toward the immortals, seemingly expecting what they would do.

However, the immortals on the high platform all had expressionless faces, as if the one who had just died was nothing more than an ant, completely unworthy of their concern.

But if one were to approach the stage, they'd feel an incredibly cold aura spreading among the immortals. Invisible currents of power surged between the four true gods and four immortals, as if creating two different worlds where each group stood.

It appeared as though an invisible clash was brewing.

Suddenly, the ghost-slaying god said coldly, "Four Courts of Heaven, do you intend to intervene?"

"We have no plans of intervening," laughed Greed Wolf True Monarch. "Shouldn't the fate of humanity be contended for by humans themselves?"

Despite the incredibly tense atmosphere, with various noisy debates breaking out in the stands and even in every corner of the human world.

But as long as the immortals didn't make a move, the competition would continue.

The fifth match, Shi Fa versus Shen Hai.

Shen Hai bowed to Shi Fa and said, "Please advise, let's just touch hands and stop there..."

Shi Fa looked at Shen Hai and said indifferently, "You haven't fought Zhou Bai yet, have you?"

Shen Hai was slightly stunned, and in the next instant, he felt a sense of dread and hastily retreated.

But a golden giant palm appeared as if traveling through the void, materializing behind Shen Hai, smashing his Protective Gang Qi with a single slap, grinding his Primordial Spirit power to dust, and pulverizing his iron-cast body into dust.

The Tathagata Heart Seal!

Watching Shen Hai explode into a cloud of blood in the sky, Shi Fa lowered his head, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes: "Amitabha, if I do not enter hell, who will? In any case, Zhou Bai absolutely must not have the slightest hope of winning this debate."

Zhao Yue's eyes widened as she witnessed two consecutive contestants killed. Shen Hai was the son of Greed Wolf True Monarch, whom Zhao Yue did not know well, but recognized. Wen He, like her, was a disciple of Wanxian Island, yet so effortlessly extinguished.

A trace of sadness crossed Zhao Yue's heart: "Two seventh realm cultivators... to just fall here? The seventh realm, how many hardships and efforts are made to achieve, to fall here so unreasonably, so meaninglessly?"

Although she was dissatisfied with Zhou Bai and wished to fight him, she had never considered fighting to the death, especially since he had been recognized by the Emperor's Sword.

However, the actions of Wei Cangsheng and Shi Fa had completely caught her by surprise.

That day, numerous people felt sorrow for the demise of the two seventh realm cultivators, and the brutal nature of the Daluo Heaven debate became more palpable.

Yet the competition still went on.

On the fourth day, the first match was against Zhou Bai versus Shen Hai.

Due to Shen Hai's death, the battle ended before it began, with no chance for victory.

Zhou Bai frowned from the audience: "Shen Hai, Wen He, all were opponents I've never fought. Is this still targeting me? Is it the intention of the immortals? Do they still not want me to come in first? Do not want me to win the Emperor's Sword?"

Christina exclaimed, "Ah, we didn't even get a chance to compete all day today!"

The second match was Shi Fa versus Tu Tianmo.

Tu Tianmo looked at the bald man before him, and without even starting, he surrendered, admitting defeat; wisely aware, he truly feared being killed by this bald monk's underhanded tactics.

He had even gone to ask his father, the ghost-slaying god, who also agreed with this decision.

His father, as always, seemed as relaxed as usual, as if everything was under control.

But Tu Tianmo felt an indistinct feeling that this Daluo Heaven debate was somehow different.

"How can this be? Shi Fa should be part of our Wanxian Island lineage, supposed to follow our arrangements."

However, from the few words and phrases of some immortals of Wanxian Island, Tu Tianmo vaguely sensed that both Shi Fa and Wei Cangshan seemed a bit out of control.

This debate, arranged from start to finish by Wanxian Island, was now exuding an increasingly dangerous vibe.

And in this vast world, who could possibly challenge Wanxian Island's arrangements in Central City, stirring up trouble in their laid out plans?

Tu Tianmo dared not think, nor did he dare to ask, so he simply buried his head in the sand, readily choosing to surrender when faced with a strong opponent.

However, Tu Tianmo himself was once defeated by Zhou Bai, and after his surrender, Shi Fa didn't make any comment.

Afterward, in the third match, Wen He faced off against Zhao Yue.

The fourth match saw Jue Ji take on Jingping.

In the fifth match, Wen He matched up against Xiang Haocu.

According to the Immortals, since the matches were arranged randomly, it was possible for a cultivator to fight twice in one day. However, they would be given plenty of rest.

But since Wen He had already died in battle, there was no need to proceed with his two fights for today.

Three consecutive matches were unable to be held due to the deaths of the contestants, casting another thick layer of blood over the discussions at Daluo Heaven.

Although there was no fierce fighting that day, everyone felt as if it were the calm before the storm, sensing that the coming battles would be even more brutal, even bloodier.

The fifth day's top ten competition continued.

In the first match, Zhao Yue faced off against Xiang Haocu.

As soon as Xiang Haocu stepped into the arena, he drew his thunder blade and used the Nine Heavens Demon Clearing Thunder Technique. His blade brought forth myriads of lightning strikes aiming for Zhao Yue.

Amidst the brilliant blade light, Zhao Yue seemed to be completely overpowered and could only rely on her Eight Desolates Supreme Robe to endure the onslaught.

But suddenly, Xiang Haocu let out a stifled grunt and retreated.

With his thunder blade flickering with electricity, he looked at Zhao Yue with a wry smile, "I hadn't expected your Dream Heart Scripture to be cultivated to such an extent. I admit defeat, I admit defeat. The rest is up to you guys."

Watching Xiang Haocu put away his thunder blade and walk out of the space-time of Daluo Heaven, Zhao Yue took a deep breath. She had thought there would be a fierce battle, but Xiang Haocu had surrendered as soon as he fell slightly on the back foot.

The second match was between Wei Cangsheng and Shen Hai, but it couldn't take place due to Shen Hai's absence.

The third match, Wen He versus Tu Tianmo, was also not held because of Wen He's absence.

The fourth match, Zhou Bai against Wen He, still couldn't proceed.

The fifth match, Zhao Yue against Jingping, couldn't take place.

It was another day without any intense battles in the top ten competition, but both the contestants and audience could feel that the air seemed to be getting more tense, as if something was brewing and waiting to explode in intensity.

Zheng Wentian sighed, "It looks like a storm is approaching."

With two consecutive days without battles, Zhou Bai looked at the schedule for the sixth day and finally let out a sigh of relief, "Tomorrow we can finally fight."

Zhou Bai would face off against Zhao Yue.

...

That evening, Zhao Yue knelt in the ancestral hall of the Zhao Family.

Several elders sat above, looking down at Zhao Yue.

Among them, one particularly frail elder, with a bald head and two long white eyebrows that dragged on the ground, looking impossibly old, fixed his gaze on Zhao Yue and asked in a low voice, "Zhao Yue, for what do you fight?"

Before the eldest and most senior Zhao family ancestor, who was over a hundred years old, Zhao Yue respectfully replied, "I fight for the prosperity of the human tribe."

"Indeed, for the prosperity of the human tribe," the long-eyebrowed elder slowly said. "And now, the rise and fall of the human tribe, the survival of our clan, have reached a critical juncture of life and death."

Confusion showed in Zhao Yue's eyes as if she did not quite grasp his meaning.

The elder continued, "Zhao Yue, what defines 'human'?"

Zhao Yue was momentarily taken aback.

The elder said, "It is the culture and civilization that continue from one lineage to the next; from primitive farming with fire and blade to cultivating Dao and becoming an Immortal. This perpetual transmission of wisdom and relentless progress defines us as humans."

The long-eyebrowed elder sighed again and said, "But there's another viewpoint, one that defines humans as those with the same bloodline."

As the elder spoke, Zhao Yue's eyes gradually widened. The issues of the great war between humans and monsters, demonic bloodlines, pure human bloodline... these pieces of information were tossed out one after another.

It was like a bombshell, leaving Zhao Yue completely stunned.

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