"Undying Body, ranked sixth among the Hundred Great Battle Bodies, is said to be truly immortal in constitution."
Without discussing how powerful this battle body is, the mere fact of being undying is enough to drive countless people to chase after it.
When the corpses of these members from the Undying Race had all their heart’s flesh and blood absorbed by the young man in the white robe, his aura surged with even greater strength.
It rolled and surged like the torrential waves of a raging sea, unceasingly and endlessly.
Each wave seemed more powerful than the last.
The young man in the white robe slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of a monstrous look within their depths, as he wore a face brimming with enjoyment.
Then, turning to look at Xu Zimei and his companion, he smiled and said, "Interesting, how very interesting."
"What do you mean?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Seeing me but not running away, you two are quite amusing," the young man in the white robe replied.
"Are you truly confident, or is it just a bluff?"
"You could try and see," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
"I have no time to waste with you; I am still looking for the Undying Race," said the young man in the white robe.
"If there’s a chance, we’ll meet again in the contest for Destiny."
Watching the young man’s receding figure, Da Zhi the monk performed a gesture of respect and said, "The Heavenly Dao is becoming murkier and murkier; it’s not clear anymore."
"That’s what makes it interesting," Xu Zimei said with a laugh.
"Otherwise, what’s the point of fighting against a bunch of ants? It just wouldn’t be stimulating."
"Why didn’t he kill us?" Da Zhi the monk asked, puzzled.
"Isn’t he afraid we might spread the news about his killing of the Undying Race?
Although the Slaying Immortal Sect is powerful, the Undying Race is not weak either. The accumulation of several great eras of a race should not be underestimated."
"Because he knows he can’t kill me," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
Da Zhi could not feel it, but Xu Zimei had just had a confrontation of auras with the other party.
The other party had attempted to suppress him, but to no avail.
Eastern Continent, Baili Family.
For Hundreds Miles City in recent days, this might be the liveliest period in years.
People from all areas of the Eastern Continent and various sects have gathered here.
This session of the Tianwu Grand Meeting is hosted by them.
Every inn and tavern in the city was full to bursting, and the only topic of discussion on the streets was the Tianwu Grand Meeting.
The Tianwu Grand Meeting was attracting the attention of the entire Eastern Continent, and even other continents were keeping an eye on it.
They wanted to see how the talented disciples of the Eastern Continent of this era were.
True Martial Holy Sect, Purgatory Holy Sect, Divine Sun Holy Sect, Taiyuan Heavenly Sect, Blood Nether Holy Sect, Chi Family, Mo Family, Dan Family, and the host, Baili Family—the nine major Imperial Rule Immortal Sects were all already present.
Not just the nine leading Imperial Rule Immortal Sects, but countless first-rate powers like the Immortal Spirit Sect, Myriad Beasts Sect, Holy Spring Sect...
Moreover, this Tianwu Grand Meeting was open to Loose Cultivators. If some of them performed outstandingly, investing in them would be worthwhile.
They could also be recruited by large powers and carefully nurtured.
After all, this was not just a simple contest.
With an overwhelming number of participants in the Tianwu Grand Meeting, it would take at least half a month to complete.
The preliminary rounds of the competition had begun well over a dozen days ago, and by now, most of the contestants had been eliminated. Those who remained could probably be considered the truly talented disciples.
"How many people are left now?" Xu Qingshan asked Xiang Qianheng in the resting courtyard of the True Martial Holy Sect.
"Only a hundred and sixteen are left," Xiang Qianheng replied.
"How do you feel about the previous rounds of the competition?" Xu Qingshan asked.
"They weren’t very challenging. Maybe I haven’t faced the real talented disciples yet," Xiang Qianheng replied.
"Has there been any news about Mo Er?"
The others shook their heads.
"This kid, I don’t know where he’s run off to. He likely won’t make it for this competition," Xu Qingshan said.
"Today’s elimination round is the second to last. Ultimately, a hundred will be eliminated, leaving only sixteen to enter the finals.
You should all be prepared."
"What’s the format of the elimination round?" Sword Twenty-One, who was following behind Xu Qingshan, asked.
"You will all enter an independent space and fight amongst yourselves.
The competition will end only when sixteen are left," Xu Qingshan explained.
"My suggestion is to avoid fighting with other Saint Heirs as much as possible to prevent mutual defeat.
First eliminate those who are slightly weaker — it will save trouble.
After all, the real battle is in the final round."
Everyone nodded and followed Xu Qingshan out.
When Xu Zimei arrived in Hundreds Miles City, he looked at the dense crowd within the city.
The throngs were nearly squished together as they entered, and he sighed lightly.
"This gathering is indeed quite lively."
Vendors selling all kinds of goods lined both sides of the streets, presenting a dazzling array.
The savory scent of food wafted along the main avenue.
Xu Zimei and Da Zhi the monk made their way inside.
An aura of Spiritual Energy surrounded us, keeping others at bay.
Xu Zimei bought some pastries from a nearby stall and began to inquire about the Tianwu Grand Meeting.
"The Tianwu Grand Meeting has already begun," the vendor said with a smile.
"Today should be the elimination round in the Heavenly Primordial small realm; if it weren’t for business, I’d love to go watch too."
"Heavenly Primordial small realm," Xu Zimei mused with a smile.
As the two moved onto the main street, they saw vast void projections appearing in all four directions at the east, west, south, and north gates of Hundreds Miles City.
Even from a distance, the vast void projections were clear, almost occupying half of the firmament.
These projections showed images of the talented disciples entering the Heavenly Primordial small realm.
Everyone could see every detail of everyone’s performance inside.
"After all, I still didn’t make it in time," Xu Zimei shook his head and chuckled.
"Dad’s going to lecture me again."
"Shall we watch from here?" asked Da Zhi the monk.
"No, let’s go to the Baili Residence and find my father," Xu Zimei replied.
The two then made their way to Baili Residence. After showing the guards the Saint Heir Token, a guard escorted Xu Zimei inside the residence.
At this time, Hundreds Miles City was in its most chaotic period. Not only had the number of patrolling soldiers in the city increased, but disciples were also stationed all around Baili Residence.
Following the guard, Xu Zimei arrived at a grand plaza.
To learn about the Tianwu Grand Meeting, others could only watch from the city.
However, to enter Baili Residence, one must be a first-rate power or from an Imperial Rule Immortal Sect.
Even second-rate powers did not qualify to sit in this plaza.
At the center of the plaza was another void projection.
It clearly showed the events transpiring within the Heavenly Primordial small realm.
In front of the void projection were seated dozens, if not hundreds, of people.
These people were the rulers of the Eastern Continent. Their actions alone had the power to shake the entire Eastern Continent.