"Champion? Sure, who could compete with you?" Maximus rolled his eyes.
He only wanted to enter the Primordial Origin Realm; winning or whatsoever didn't matter.
"What do you mean? Didn't you say we would compete after the fight in the Dark Void Domain?"
"Yes, but I surrender. Happy?"
What a joke. Why would he fight this lunatic? For a mere title?
Unless this Dimensional Competition could produce a prize that could move him, he would only fight to ensure his placing.
"You! Are you serious?!" Zar asked furiously as if wanting to fight Maximus on the spot.
"No, let's talk about this later." Maximus quickly calmed him down.
The competition was still a few years away; he didn't want to make a scene.
Seeing that Maximus was not serious, Zar calmed down.
Wanting to pass the time, Maximus and his family began to explore the Plane Arena.
Walking around, no matter where they looked, the arena was just a flat ground.
If not for the dense micro-arrays engraved in them, they would have thought it was merely stone.
Not finding anything, they turned their attention to their potential enemies.
Among the top billion, thousands had become masters of the ocean of law.
Being at the same mastery of the path of law, they were a little cautious.
Of course, remembering the special training they had just undergone, they felt no fear.
Furthermore, no matter how strong they were, they couldn't be stronger than their father.
Soon, the years continued to pass as talents from all directions arrived at the Plane Arena.
With the countdown nearing its end, they suddenly felt six overwhelming pressures descend from above.
"They all came to this competition?"
"Did they need to come personally?"
Although this competition was important, it was just a mere event.
A single Overlord was more than enough to oversee the fight.
"It should be a clone," Maximus said, feeling something off about their aura.
Unlike the incarnations and clones of Nyx and Sira, who had their origin and will,
These clones were mere projections possessing part of the essence of the Overlords.
As they descended to the arena, it suddenly began to change.
From a plain flat ground, six majestic thrones formed against the sky as the ground shifted into a solemn platform.
"What a fast-shifting module!"
In just a blink, the whole arena changed into a completely different architectural structure.
"This is only one of its capabilities," Maximus mused.
Although environmental shifting is simple, it was almost impossible when employed on a ground bigger than most Tier 12 dimensions.
This was just like changing the whole structure of the Etherium Realm in a mere second.
"Welcome to the Dimensional Alliance, Plane Arena!" Ascelon welcomed.
"All the top billion talents here are the future of the Aeon Plane. The hope and light of our land."
"Unfortunately, chances are limited. Among you, only the top million could enter the Primordial Origin Realm and compete to set an ultimate foundation."
The Primordial Origin Realm only allowed a million individuals to enter.
Wanting to open it again would take epochs at a time.
Even then, these million talents were not guaranteed to set up their ultimate foundation.
To set an ultimate foundation, one would need a seed of law.
However, even in the Primordial Origin Realm—the birthplace of the Aeon Plane—there were only hundreds of thousands of them.
Coupled with the fierce competition and the dangers of the plane, among the million talents, there might not even be a thousand who could set an ultimate foundation.
Sighing, Ascelon continued his speech, explaining the rules of the final round of the competition.
The final round was divided into two phases: the elimination round and the ranking round.
In the elimination round, all the billion talents would fight in a battle royale.
In this battle royale, all contestants would be suppressed to mortals.
Power, physiques, treasures, and any special abilities would all be suppressed.
This suppression was absolute. With the power of the Plane Arena, even an Overlord could become a mortal.
"Interesting…" Maximus thought, listening to the rules.
Based on Ascelon's words, all of them would be turned into mortals.
A mortal without power, an amazing storage of knowledge, or ultimate combat ability—just a mere mortal without anything.
"What does this rule test?"
"Isn't this redundant?"
Unlike Maximus, who found it interesting, most felt disgusted.
Being a powerless mortal was an unpleasant experience.
Their thinking speed, comprehension, and instinctive reactions would all be suppressed.
Fighting in such a powerless state, they didn't think it would measure anything.
"This is a test of your comprehensive ability to survive, no matter the circumstances."
The Primordial Origin Realm wasn't a simple place.
In such a place, all their powers would also be banned.
In a state of selflessness, they would wander in nothingness, seeking the chance to obtain the seed of law that would set their ultimate foundation.
The test picked talents with the most adaptability, an unyielding will, and an innate acuity.
"Furthermore, this also gives all of you an equal chance. Your power, ability, wealth, and status wouldn't matter!"
If they just fought usually, those who were stronger with a superior path of law would surely win.
If that were the case, they wouldn't need to test anyone and could simply pick the strongest million.
Hearing this, they felt enlightened.
Indeed, if they fought normally, most wouldn't stand a chance.
Forget about Maximus and the others—even those wealthy talents who possessed ultimate treasures would make them despair.
Meanwhile, with these fair rules, they would all start at zero.
Seeing that no one had further questions, Ascelon began explaining the ranking round.
In this round, it would be a traditional one-on-one fight.
From rank 1 to a million, each individual would be placed from strongest to weakest.
This ranking had no deeper meaning, but it would determine the order in which they would enter the Primordial Origin Realm.
The earlier they could enter, the higher their chances of finding a seed of law.
Of course, being the top 1 or the champion was still a dazzling title.
Besides being recognized as the strongest of this generation, the champion would also be rewarded with an ultimate treasure of their choosing from the vaults of all the Overlord organizations.
Hearing the reward, Maximus' eyes lit up.
"It seems I have to do my best…"