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Before the official start of the Third Realm, there was barely enough time for a cup of tea. Gu Ping moved in front of Ye Youluo, and under the astonished gazes of everyone, the two began to discuss their tactics.
The opposing team included Sima Wuduan, Night Emperor, Pei Shigui, and Guo Jia—four of the most powerful Transcendence High Legs. Each one was formidable in their own right. The ring was likely nestled between the legs of the highest-ranking individual on their side, which could very well be my senior brother Sima Wuduan.
Flame of Elegance Sima Wuduan? Ye Youluo naturally understood Gu Ping's intent, but Bu Luo shook his head. He was stronger than me. As long as I didn’t expose myself, they would suspect that the ring was with him or that guy riding the Red Tiger. However, once it was revealed that the ring was with me, I wondered if Sima Wuduan would hold out longer. I don't deny it; I might last longer.
Unless I deliberately let him win, Sima Wuduan wouldn’t last longer than me in that chaotic environment. If he managed to hide without revealing his leg, no one would know that the ring was with him. But Sima Wuduan was different; as a Transcendent Practitioner, he would definitely reveal himself. He wouldn’t believe that the map from the Grand Arena would be a massive arena; if that were the case, such a format for competition would lose its significance.
After experiencing the previous Two Realms, Gu Ping had grasped some rules regarding the Sky East Tournament—such as balancing the competition's unpredictability and expanding its scope to test how practitioners handle emergencies. Fortunately, as long as participants didn’t recklessly seek glory, there generally wouldn’t be any life-threatening dangers. After all, there were short-distance teleportation rings available to transport them directly to Cosmic Plaza for timely medical assistance.
But what if they focused on me from the start? What if I encountered Sima Wuduan? I couldn’t keep hiding indefinitely.
The cruelest aspect of Misalignment wasn’t merely that practitioners were randomly divided into groups with familiar partners; it lay in that first task, which truly compelled both sides to fight to the end. One must be eliminated to obtain the Mistake ring.
It all depended on whether my support arrived in time. I don’t deny it; I’ve always prided myself on being fated for this. But what if fate stood on their side this time?
In truth, I wanted to say that winning or losing in this match didn’t matter much to me. Bu Luo gasped; Misalignment would inevitably lead to their side achieving victory unless Si Ma Shixiong moved first and handed over the ring.
How confident they were! Did they really think they could go toe-to-toe?
Gu Ping clenched his fists tightly and slammed them together with a loud bang.
Participants, the competition is about to begin! Please proceed to the Grand Arena.
A Nascent Soul practitioner led everyone through a small door and directly into the Grand Arena. The moment they emerged, Gu Ping and Ye Youluo exchanged glances and smirked at each other. The terrain around Yan Dong seemed most suitable for Gu Ping’s style of play, while Ye Youluo indicated that no environment held any significance for her.
It had begun. Xiao Zhang stood beside a Dao Sect practitioner who was still in his infancy stage. Xiao Zhang had urged them to return early; if anything unexpected happened in Feitian Dongcheng, relying solely on Golden Core Stage strength might not suffice.
As they gazed at the constantly shifting scenes in the Grand Arena, along with a view that allowed them to see the entire venue, everyone erupted in excitement. Although the Grand Arena was temporarily closed and those inside could hear nothing, the thrill was palpable. Everyone struggled to contain their excitement, wishing they could immerse themselves in the Great War involving hundreds of participants.
In one of the scenes, a dense forest grew, reminiscent of the perilous woods in the secret realms east of the city during the first phase. It was clear that danger lurked within.
At the center of the forest, a wide river split the jungle in half. The participants entering the Grand Arena were swiftly approaching this central river. At their current speed, Both Sides would soon meet on either bank.
"Everyone, if anyone has speed-enhancing techniques or methods to advance quickly, please lead the way."
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, was the first to release his Spirit Pet, the Azure Wind Antelope, from its spirit beast circle. Charging ahead of the main group, some cultivators with speed-boosting methods also quickened their pace. This resulted in a formation with three tiers: Tenglan leading the first tier at an astonishing speed toward the heart of the jungle. The second tier consisted of Ying Cultivator and Ye Youluo's group, which although small—only about ten people—could provide rapid support once Tenglan's team engaged with the enemy. Most others followed closely behind Ying Zhan and Ye Youluo, while Mu Qinglong kept a close watch on Gu Ping.
On the other side, Night Emperor and his team were capable of coordinated teamwork. Yan Dong advanced at full speed alone, leaving his entire team far behind. In Night Emperor's mind, although navigating through such an environment was not as convenient as under cover of darkness, the dense forest would still serve as his domain, allowing him to relish in the thrill of death.
Pei Shigui and Guo Jia led their faction of World of Mortals cultivators cautiously toward Mistake. Despite their extreme caution, they maintained a brisk pace; after all, everyone was prepared for a head-on confrontation like Ye Youluo.
Sima Wuduan lagged behind everyone else as they moved forward with the main group. Given that he had placed his ring on his leg, it seemed that Mistake's ring would likely be with Ye Youluo. If that were true, their situation would be precarious; even having an extra Transcendent Practitioner advantage would vanish.
Everyone hoped to avoid Ye Youluo if possible. However, if Mistake's ring was indeed with Ye Youluo, their only chance lay in eliminating all Transcendent Practitioners from Mistake before uniting to besiege Ye Youluo; otherwise, victory seemed impossible.
Having personally experienced Ye Youluo's strength, Sima Wuduan had no intention of holding back. He learned that Ye Youluo would accompany them for the Sky East Tournament but had not received any plans from Daoist Sect regarding Ye Youluo's actions. Since the start of the Sky East Tournament until now, Ye Youluo's behavior appeared more like leisurely exploration than strategic planning; even if there were plans, they had not been communicated to those participating in the tournament. Thus, it seemed that their purpose for attending was not merely victory but rather to deliver a heavy blow to World of Mortals before Nine Nether Invasion.
Tiandong's number one—after all, I don't deny—his strength made him capable.
"Tiandong's number one," Hong Yulong sighed as he observed the situation unfolding. No matter how one looked at it before any formal engagement occurred, the advantage lay with Ye Youluo’s side. Judging purely by strength, Ye Youluo undoubtedly deserved to be called Tiandong's number one for over a century. Regardless of acknowledgment or denial, this fact was indisputable; even Sima Wuduan at Late Stage of Transformation could not match Ye Youluo’s prowess. That state of being almost ethereal seemed impenetrable; even after a hundred or five hundred years in this realm, Ye Youluo stood at an invincible level.
Just then, Sky's End Tower transmitted rules regarding Misalignment from Universe Hall; I looked toward Yi Dong.
Receiving the note handed over by Hong Ling, Hong Yulong quickly scanned its contents. Although the rules were simple, the underlying danger sent a chill down his spine, even after countless battles for survival. At that moment, he could only hope that the special ring wouldn’t end up in Ye Youluo’s hands.
“What’s wrong?”
Noticing Hong Yulong’s grim expression, Xiao Zhang leaned in to snatch the note. After reading it, his face turned ashen as he looked at Hong Yulong.
What if...
Hidden among the crowd, Chu Yunfeng gave off an impression of having vanished. He didn’t stand openly beside Xiao Zhang but instead wore a half-mask, blending into the throng while keenly observing the match between the two armies in Misalignment.
In his view, the best way to prevent Ye Youluo from making any moves during the Sky East Tournament was to ensure her early elimination. Although there had been no news of any plans from Ye Youluo so far, just her presence was enough to raise alarms.
Could Jiang Ping at the Peak of Golden Core really restrain Ye Youluo? Even Xiao Zhang had been defeated by that little guy from Transcendence Realm in a direct confrontation. But could Jiang Ping truly match up against Ye Youluo? That name had cast a shadow over the World of Mortals for over twenty years. Ever since it first reached people’s ears, it had become an unshakeable gloom in their hearts.
If only there were five more years—just five more years for Gu Ping. In his eyes, if Gu Ping were given that time, he would surely catch up. Although the gap was significant now, if Gu Ping could break through to Peak of Nascent Soul or even Half-Step to Godhood within five years, then that difference wouldn’t seem so vast.
At this moment, the disparity between Gu Ping and Ye Youluo felt like the chasm between a mortal and an immortal—one in heaven and one on earth. No matter how powerful one became, that gulf could never be bridged.
This thought echoed not only in Chu Yunfeng's mind but also resonated with Night Emperor, who was involved in Misalignment and shared a similar perspective. Time was of the essence; circumstances could change unexpectedly for Gu Ping. If they truly reached a life-and-death situation, no matter the cost, they would protect that young man. The Nine Nether Invasion would not conclude anytime soon; for that exceptionally talented youth, Jie Donglai’s path ahead was still long and arduous.
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