Chapter 98

However, Situ Nan told him that the Nascent Soul Transformation Stage is a process of Nascent Soul mutation. During this process, the Nascent Soul will grow larger and larger, but the Physical Body will not change. It will only become like this when the Nascent Soul leaves the body again.

Wang Lin sat cross-legged, took out his Spiritual Qi Gourd, took a large gulp, and began to Cultivate, aiming to break through to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. The reason he Cultivated here was because Situ Nan once said that it would help his recovery.

Time passed little by little. In a blink of an eye, the qualifiers for the Outer Realm Battlefield had reached their final deadline. As early as a month ago, many Cultivators had successively arrived outside Jue Ming Valley. They either found the best locations and stared intently at the only exit of Jue Ming Valley, or lingered in the nearby market.

As more and more Cultivators arrived, the area outside Jue Ming Valley gradually became lively, and naturally, there were enemies who met and fought fiercely.

Within a thousand li radius outside Jue Ming Valley, due to this grand event that occurred once every hundred years, numerous markets had sprung up. It should be known that the opening of the Outer Realm Battlefield basically gathered most of the Cultivators from the entire Cultivation World of the State of Zhao, with so many Cultivators gathered here.

These markets basically became the largest trading markets in the State of Zhao once every hundred years. In these markets, Cultivators from various Schools came and went in an endless stream, making it exceptionally lively.

Many Materials and Magic Treasures that were rarely seen before began to appear one after another.

On this day, countless Cultivators gathered densely outside Jue Ming Valley. They were all cultivation Schools, large and small, within the State of Zhao.

Aside from the major Schools that occupied their own areas, most of these people were scattered together. Among them, besides the small Schools and small Families, most were Loose Cultivators.

These small Schools, Families, and Loose Cultivators were not qualified to enter the Outer Realm Battlefield. They came here to witness the spectacle, as the opening of the Outer Realm Battlefield only happened once every hundred years. It is said that at the moment of its opening, a large amount of Spiritual Qi would emanate from the passage, and taking a single breath could be worth several times that of ordinary days.

As the opening time of Jue Ming Valley approached, people in the market rushed to find a place to stay outside Jue Ming Valley, quietly waiting for its opening.

At noon on this day, the sky was clear and cloudless, the firmament hung like blue silk. As the midday sun shone down, the surrounding temperature slowly rose.

Soon, the surrounding temperature became very hot, but the Cultivators outside Jue Ming Valley didn't care, all staring unblinkingly at the exit of Jue Ming Valley.

Experienced Cultivators knew that noon today was the moment Jue Ming Valley would open.

If one were to look at the entire Jue Ming Valley from the sky, they would find that it was completely Gourd-shaped. The mouth of the Gourd was the exit of Jue Ming Valley, where two towering peaks stood. Between them, a small path led to a huge octagonal Formation at its end.

At this moment, the Formation suddenly brightened.

Not far from the valley entrance, several Nascent Soul Stage experts from Demonic Path Schools gathered. The moment the Formation lit up, they stared over. Teng Huayuan's emaciated figure was also among them.

His eyes revealed a hint of excited killing intent, staring unblinkingly at the Formation within the passage.

The Formation grew brighter and brighter, and slowly eight people walked out from within.

Teng Huayuan's eyes showed disappointment, then he flipped his right hand, took out a black banner, and squeezed it. Immediately, a soul sealed within it suffered Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Seeing the eight people emerge, the Cultivators of the State of Zhao outside Jue Ming Valley immediately buzzed with discussion, pointing and gesticulating.

"They're out! Look! The School that comes out first usually means they've lost their qualification. I wonder which School it is this time."

"Eh? Why are there so many people this time? According to past custom, the first School to come out always has the fewest people."

"They're out! I see Zhou You! He's a Disciple of the Misty Sect…"

"The Misty Sect also failed the last qualifier. And again this time. It seems these great Schools of the Righteous Path aren't all that. If our Futian Sect went in, maybe we'd be stronger than them."

"Brother Zhang, your School's highest cultivation is only Core Formation Early Stage. The Misty Sect could send out a Grandmaster casually and wipe you out. If you ask me, the Misty Sect's failure this time is still because the Demonic Path's Disciples are too strong."

At this moment, the Grandmasters of the eight major Schools of both the Righteous and Demonic Paths, except for the Nirvana Sect which did not receive a token due to a Nascent Soul Stage expert passing away and thus did not participate, all seven other Schools' Grandmasters had arrived here.

At this time, Xin Hai, the Grandmaster of the Misty Sect, had a gloomy expression, staring at the exit of Jue Ming Valley without saying a word.

At the exit, the eight people from the Misty Sect emerged, each with a strange expression. Seeing the dense crowd outside the valley, coupled with the words occasionally drifting over, these eight people turned red-faced and walked dejectedly to Xin Hai's side.

Xin Hai suppressed his anger. He had invested heavily this time, sending out twenty-five Disciples, three of whom were Foundation Establishment Late Stage, eight were Middle Stage, and though the rest were all Foundation Establishment Early Stage, he had provided a large number of Magic Treasures. He had originally resolved to obtain qualification no matter what, but now, only eight out of twenty-five had survived.

Xin Hai glanced at the eight people. At this moment, Shangguan Yun, one of the Grandmasters of the Yuan Tian Sect standing nearby, smiled and said, "Brother Xin, it's nothing to not have obtained qualification. Frankly, the Outer Realm Battlefield cleanup is also very dangerous. In the past, if one out of ten survived, it was considered good. So, Brother Xin, you really don't need to take it to heart. It's just waiting another hundred years, isn't it?"

Xin Hai sneered, "Brother Shangguan, you don't need to speak so sarcastically here. Losing is losing. This old man will not renege. I will naturally abide by our agreement." After speaking, he stared at the eight Disciples and said in a deep voice, "Your Senior Brother, is he dead?"

One of them immediately knelt on the ground with a thud and whispered, "Grandmaster, they're all dead… Besides us, all the other Disciples are dead."

The other seven also knelt, their faces showing fear.

Shangguan Yun sneered inwardly, but on the surface, he showed a look of pity, shaking his head without speaking.

Xin Hai's face was as calm as water, and he sneered, "So many people died. Good. Which School killed them?"

The Disciple who first knelt hesitated slightly. At this moment, Xin Hai waved his hand, and immediately a light screen covered the Misty Sect group. Shangguan Yun looked up, sneering inwardly.

After blocking others' Divine Sense probes, Xin Hai gestured for the Disciple to speak. The Disciple quickly transmitted a message. Xin Hai was stunned after hearing it, and a cold light immediately flashed in his eyes. After a long while, he snorted coldly and said, "You all stand behind me. I want to see who he really is." After speaking, he waved his hand again, and the light screen dissipated.

Shangguan Yun, who was nearby, suddenly said, "Brother Xin, why isn't Fellow Daoist Xumei here?"