Hunting Immortals and Demons

The figure atop Enlightenment Cliff disappeared, restoring calm to the area, transforming it into an ordinary precipice with no signs of anything out of the ordinary.

Yet Lu Yan did not immediately leave; instead, he continued toward Enlightenment Cliff and eventually sat down cross-legged atop the cliff face, with his back to the crowd, staring at Enlightenment Cliff.

The pupils of his eyes revealed emerging patterns once more.

In his eyes, Enlightenment Cliff seemed to come to life again, as a towering figure stepped forth.

As if the heavens and stars had shifted, Lu Yan found himself amidst the stars once more, watching a colossal figure waving his hand, as seven Magic Rivers resonated and moved with him.

Earth Doctrine, inclusive of all...

In Lu Yan’s mind, one thought after another emerged.

The crowd around him watched as Lu Yan sat cross-legged beneath Enlightenment Cliff with curiosity.

Now that Enlightenment Cliff had returned to its peaceful state, what use was there in sitting below it?

Was he just putting on an act?

Some scoffed, some looked disdainful, some were curious, and some seemed contemplative...

Reactions varied.

Shen Yinuo and Mr. World stood guard by Lu Yan.

Lu Lingxuan, curious about Lu Yan, did not leave either.

Afterward, no more top contenders clashed below Enlightenment Cliff, and as the phenomenon of the cliff ceased, the surrounding people gradually dispersed, dwindling in number.

Once Lu Yan sat down, he remained there for seven days and nights.

After seven days and nights, Lu Yan stood up with a smile on his face.

"Lu Yan, have you gained anything?" Lu Lingxuan asked.

"I’ve gained a little," Lu Yan replied with a smile.

"Really? Are you sure?" Lu Lingxuan seemed somewhat incredulous, skeptical one could gain anything under the unstimulated state of Enlightenment Cliff.

"Let’s go, it’s time to head back. The Origin Battle Conference is going to be convened in a few days," said Lu Yan, without further explanation.

They quickly returned to the Dragon Alliance’s residency.

Back in his room, Lu Yan’s mind stirred, and streams of Rule Power began to emerge, swirling around him.

First came the Rule of Thunder, then the Rule of Fire, followed by the Rule of Wind, and finally the Earth Rules.

The four sets of rules intertwined at first, then wrapped around one another, completely merging into a Rule Power of a strange color.

The fusion of the four rules.

Indeed, this time at the base of Enlightenment Cliff, Lu Yan had made great progress, managing to blend the Earth Rules with the elements of Thunder, Fire, and Wind.

Having successfully merged the four sets of rules, Lu Yan wanted to continue and see if he could integrate a fifth set of rules, but after trying for a while, he came up empty-handed.

Lu Yan knew that fusing five sets of rules in a short time was unrealistic, so he decided to give up and become familiar with the fusion of the four, preparing for the Origin Battle Conference.

Using his hand as a blade, Lu Yan summoned the fusion of the four rules and delivered a slash.

The blade light erupted, and the space twisted, concaving, almost tearing apart.

Several hours later, Lu Yan stopped, his face wearing a satisfied smile.

With the Earth Rules merged with the other three, Lu Yan’s strength had undeniably improved significantly. The combined power of the four rules could unleash astonishing might with every move.

After resting for a while, Lu Yan continued his cultivation.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Origin Battle Conference had officially arrived.

This time, the Origin Battle Conference was primarily divided into two steps.

The first step was selection.

This was due to the excessive number of participants.

More than a dozen True One Realm Powers from the Origin Continent and several dozen Pseudo True One Realm Forces had sent a large number of masters from the Immortal Realm to participate.

Add to that, the slightly lesser powers were also trying by all means to obtain a spot in the competition, hoping to send their Tianjiao into the Sea of Magic to gain an opportunity.

Thus, the number of participants from all sides added up to tens of thousands.

Tens of thousands of people entering the Sea of Magic altogether was obviously too many.

The number of people allowed to enter the Sea of Magic had to be kept around one thousand.

One out of every ten would advance.

That meant, in the first step, ninety percent of the participants would be eliminated.

To the north of Origin Magic City, there was an immensely large plaza, able to accommodate tens of millions of people without any problem, vast beyond measure.

On this day, the plaza was packed with a sea of people from Human Clan, Beast Clan, Divine Clan, and others, representatives of all major races and forces gathered here.

Of course, with so many people present, not all were competitors; many were there to watch the excitement, wanting to witness the clash of top talents.

Emperor Qing rode the Sword Light, bringing Lu Yan and his group, floating high above.

From their elevated position, they saw twenty enormous battle platforms scattered strategically across the plaza.

The battle platforms were made of Dark Night Immortal Iron, crafted by beings of the Creator Realm, engraved with powerful runes, durable and everlasting. Immortal Realm fighters, even those in the Tao Realm, could not break these platforms.

The twenty battle platforms were each marked with numbers from one to twenty.

"Up next, we will draw lots to decide which battle platform each competitor will be assigned to. There will be about five hundred people or more on each battle platform, but in the end, only fifty will pass and truly enter the Sea of Magic for the final confrontation," announced an elderly figure with white hair, who flew up and landed on battle platform number one.

He wore a purple robe, dignified and exuding an air of scholarly grace and nobility.

But upon close observation, Lu Yan was unable to see through the old man’s cultivation level; to him, the elder appeared as ordinary as any mortal.

Lu Yan understood that this was because the elder’s cultivation level was far too high and the gap between them too great.

"This is a mighty expert from Origin Dynasty, a grand master of the third step in creation."

Lu Lingxuan explained in a low voice beside him.

"Origin Dynasty."

Lu Yan’s heart quivered.

The Origin Dynasty could be regarded as the most potent force in the Origin Continent, the true number one.

Because the Origin Dynasty had existed since time immemorial, having endured at least ten cycles of cultivation reincarnation without perishing.

No other power could withstand so many cycles of cultivation reincarnation without destruction; this one stood alone, with a depth of heritage that was terrifying.

"All contestants may now begin to draw lots."

The white-haired elder waved his hand, and streaks of light flew out from his hands, hovering in the air.

Upon closer inspection, these turned out to be jade tokens, numbering over ten thousand, seemingly identical in appearance.

"After obtaining a jade token, infuse it with Immortal Power, and a number will appear on the token. Whatever number appears, that’s the platform you belong to. Begin."

Announced the white-haired elder.

Instantly, numerous figures flew out, grabbing the jade tokens in their hands.

Lu Yan and the others flew out as well.

The jade tokens looked identical, so there wasn’t much to choose from; it was all down to luck.

Each of them grabbed a jade token and returned to Emperor Qing’s Sword Light. Lu Yan infused his jade token with Immortal Power, and two characters promptly appeared: twelve.

Lu Yan, platform twelve.

Afterward, Lu Yan looked towards Shen Yinuo. To his surprise, the number ’twelve’ also appeared on Shen Yinuo’s token.

"Yinuo, we’re on the same platform."

Lu Yan was overjoyed, a smile spreading across his face.

A one in twenty chance, and they had both drawn it. It had to be said, it was luck.

"Yes."

Shen Yinuo also smiled happily.

Mr. World didn’t draw platform twelve but platform sixteen instead.

After tallying up, among the two hundred contestants of the Dragon Alliance, including Lu Yan and Shen Yinuo, a total of nine had drawn platform twelve.

"All right, everyone has seen their numbers. Now, according to your numbers, ascend to your respective platforms."

The white-haired elder announced.

"Yinuo, let’s go."

Lu Yan and Shen Yinuo walked shoulder to shoulder, landing on platform twelve. Nearby, there were seven experts from the Dragon Alliance.

Around them, figures continuously descended. Those from the same force gathered together, forming small teams.

With a sweep of his Spiritual Sense, Lu Yan had a clear understanding of the number of people on platform twelve. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Five hundred and thirty-six people.

"I now announce the rules. The rules are simple: it is a melee. Being killed or knocked off the platform counts as failure, and of course, one can also admit defeat."

"No matter how many people are on the platform, there will only be fifty victors. The last fifty remaining on the platform will advance to the next round, entering the Sea of Magic."

"Now, begin."

The white-haired elder announced.

At once, Lu Yan and the other eight high-level members of the Dragon Alliance gathered together, warily watching their surroundings.

Members of other forces did the same.

"Brother ShenYue, why don’t we join forces to eliminate all from the Dragon Alliance first. What do you say?"

In platform twelve, a youth from the Three Emperors Alliance sent this message to a high-level member of the Divine Clan.

"That suits me perfectly. First, let’s reduce the number of Dragon Alliance members entering the Sea of Magic and then eliminate them completely once we’re inside. Let the Dragon Alliance be annihilated," responded a youth from the Divine Clan, his gaze icy.

His name was Shen Yuehui, and he was the strongest among those of the Divine Clan on platform twelve.

"Then, let’s make our move."

The youth leading the Three Emperors Alliance said.

Swish, swish, swish...

The experts from the Three Emperors Alliance and the Divine Clan, attacking from both flanks, charged towards Lu Yan and the others.

"The Three Emperors Alliance and the Divine Clan have teamed up. Everyone, enter my domain, and let’s hold them off together," exclaimed a beautiful woman from the Dragon Alliance, her complexion changing. A blue halo emanated from her body, enveloping everyone within it.

This was the domain of an Innate Magic Body.

Lu Yan recognized this woman; her name was Wu Lan. Among the Immortal Realm of the Dragon Alliance, she was one of the foremost and, alongside Fang Yunliang, also once had the strength to compete for being a seeded member.

"Kill!"

The combined forces of the Three Emperors Alliance and the Divine Clan, totaling twenty-one people, launched a barrage of attacks that landed on Wu Lan’s Water Domain.

Wu Lan’s face paled, and she staggered backward, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Although Wu Lan was potent, the opponents were too numerous, and almost all were above the peak of the Immortal Seventh Layer, and most even above the Immortal Eighth Layer.

Among them, two individuals were not weaker than Wu Lan; alone, she could not withstand them.

"Strike together; don’t try to resist on your own," said Lu Yan. He stepped forward, rushing out of Wu Lan’s domain. His palm sliced through the air like a knife, slashing forward.

Splat!

An Immortal Eighth Layer expert of the Three Emperors Alliance had his head sent flying, which exploded in midair, his Primordial Spirit obliterated.

After slaying one person, Lu Yan didn’t stop his offensive. His palm struck out, and a young genius of the Three Emperors Alliance, at the Immortal Ninth Layer with two Organ Miracles, had his chest pierced through by Lu Yan’s palm, his body bursting apart.

As his Primordial Spirit attempted to flee in panic, a soul stinger shot out from Lu Yan’s forehead, piercing the opponent’s Primordial Spirit.