The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn

At this moment, Bai Qiulan's expression was heavy.

Incredibly heavy.

The chaotic Yin Poison had appeared once more, just a drop, but it wasn't a big issue.

In her previous life, before Lu Ye helped her resolve it, she had once gathered as many as eleven drops of chaotic Yin Poison, enduring the excruciating pain of it day and night.

Now, even a single drop caused her Dao Infant to become icy cold, and it had been a long time since she had experienced such a freezing pain.

What truly made her expression grave, however, was that as she operated the Taiyin Transformation Scripture to refine the chaotic Yin Poison into chaotic Taiyin power, part of the Taiyin power surged into her Dao Infant, which she absorbed, while another part failed to disperse.

It lingered in her Dantian.

Moreover, there was a faint trend that it was beginning to coagulate back into chaotic Yin Poison.

How could this be?

Before, when she had refined the chaotic Yin Poison, aside from the part she absorbed, the rest had simply vanished.

Why hadn’t it disappeared this time?

Bai Qiulan continued to circulate her techniques, the chaotic Taiyin power flowing constantly.

Gradually, her Dao Infant began to turn ice blue.

The intense cold was radiating from her body.

It wouldn't work, if she kept absorbing it, her Dao Infant would freeze.

Why hadn’t the chaotic Taiyin power vanished, as it should have?

Endless questions filled her mind.

Of course, it wouldn't disappear. In her previous life, the excess chaotic Taiyin power had been transferred from her body to Lu Ye's through the Yin-Yang Transformation Seal.

Now that Lu Ye was no longer there to transfer it, Bai Qiulan could not force it out.

This was due to her constitution.

The Taiyin God Body could still survive.

But the Chaotic Taiyin God Body became increasingly painful the higher the cultivation realm, eventually dying in endless agony.

This was the fate of such a heaven-defying constitution.

In the earlier stages, it could be balanced through Yin-Yang grand techniques, but in the later stages, it relied entirely on Lu Ye's powerful cultivation to grind down the chaotic Taiyin power.

But now, there was no Lu Ye.

If Bai Qiulan didn’t want to suffer too much, the only thing she could do was to cultivate furiously, raising her cultivation level faster than the chaotic Yin Poison could condense. Her Dao Infant could continuously absorb the chaotic Yin Poison.

It became a race between her cultivation level and the speed at which the chaotic Yin Poison condensed.

Thus, time passed without notice, like a fleeting moment in the mountains.

After reaching the Infant Soul stage, Lu Ye's cultivation progress was slightly slower than when he was at the Yuan Dan stage.

However, after half a year, his cultivation had already reached the fifth layer of the Infant Soul stage.

This speed was shocking, but no one knew.

Because he didn’t participate in any competitions, his presence was almost never seen in the entire Grand Dao Sect.

The entire Bai Lan Peak had fallen silent.

There was no movement, nothing at all.

It seemed like everyone was waiting for a crucial moment.

Until, suddenly, the sound of a bell rang!

"Dong!"

Yue Hongling's body trembled, and she opened her eyes. It had come!

"All disciples of the 92nd generation, gather in front of the Grand Dao Pavilion!"

It had come!

A storm among the younger generation was about to begin.

The Ancient Battle Arena for the Talented, opened!

At the same time, Lu Ye opened his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his face.

The Ancient Battle Arena for the Talented!

In his previous life, when he participated in the Ancient Battle Arena, he was at the sixth layer of the Yuan Dan stage.

In this life, Lu Ye had reached the fifth level of the Infant Soul stage.

In his previous life, he had fought against a strong opponent at the ninth level of the Yuan Dan stage with only the sixth level of Yuan Dan, then was chased by ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the Infant Soul stage cultivators, as if he were a mere child. He even lost his life trying to save that fool, Yue Hongling.

In this life, let’s see who becomes the child.

The path of cultivation is full of opportunities and dangers.

The Ancient Battle Arena for the Talented is a special space, where countless generations of geniuses have fought. Within this battlefield, there are endless treasures and divine items hidden.

This space connects various great worlds: demons, monsters, Buddhists, Confucians, ghosts, gods...

The Great Emperor lineage, the Heavenly Sovereign lineage...

Countless young people go there.

The battlefield alone is divided into nine levels. The higher you go, the more resources there are, and the spiritual energy becomes more abundant.

The Ancient Battle Arena opens only once every thousand years, extremely rare. Those under a hundred years old can enter. Within, there is also the Eternal Genius Rankings. Those who make the list can receive massive rewards, and their names will be remembered by future generations of geniuses.

In his previous life, Lu Ye had met both Zhuque and Shangguan Huanling in this very place.

Thinking back to the moments when he encountered these two, Lu Ye couldn't help but reveal a cold smile.

In his previous life, when the young Zhuque was being chased by demon clan geniuses, Lu Ye had helped her.

Shangguan Huanling, stunning and extraordinary, was on par with Lu Ye at the time, but was pushed into a dead end by her own brother.

Lu Ye knew that in this rebirth, both of their strengths would increase, and they would become more cautious. But such a situation wasn’t something that could be reversed just by gaining strength.

Let’s wait and see!

Lu Ye flew toward the Grand Dao Pavilion, with Chu Ling quickly following behind.

At the Grand Dao Pavilion, crowds gathered.

Linghu Wushuang, Xiao Huayong, and Li Jiuwen had already cultivated to become the new generation leaders of the Grand Dao Sect, all reaching the peak of the Yuan Dan stage.

Chu Ling and Yue Hongling had also reached the peak of the Yuan Dan stage.

Clearly, their combat power was on an entirely different level compared to the three of them. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

After not seeing Lu Ye for half a year, Yue Hongling couldn’t take her eyes off him.

Lu Ye acted as if he didn’t notice.

Yue Hongling wanted to go up to Lu Ye and talk to him, but when she thought about meeting Feng Wuxie soon, she couldn't resist the impulse in her heart.

Feng Wuxie, the white moonlight in her heart.

Thinking back to the days they fought side by side, though it was only two days, it was filled with sweetness.

Was that the feeling of falling in love?

Yue Hongling still needed to see Feng Wuxie once more to be sure.

"The Ancient Battle Arena for the Talented has undergone a change. It will soon open in the Central Region's Jiulong Valley. This battlefield opens once every thousand years, and the resources within are rich. Those under the age of one hundred can enter, and it is the best battlefield for you all."

"However, it is also extremely dangerous. The spirits of ancient geniuses wander within, and many young geniuses from the demon, monster, and ghost clans have entered. There are also many sects that commit murder and treasure theft. Think carefully, I will give you a stick of incense to decide. If you wish to enter the Ancient Battle Arena for the chance to obtain treasures, enter the Grand Dao ship!"

Such an event would naturally be escorted by powerful Grand Dao Sect cultivators.

Because the treasures within the Ancient Battle Arena are coveted by even many ancient beings.

If someone doesn’t die in the Ancient Battle Arena but dies on the way back to their sect, that would truly be a pity.

"I emphasize again, the Ancient Battle Arena is extremely dangerous. Out of ten who enter, only two or three may return. Think carefully!"

Lu Ye was the first to walk toward the Grand Dao ship.

He boarded and found a spot with a good view.

Chu Ling quickly sat next to him, and Yue Hongling pouted and sat behind him.

One by one, disciples boarded the ship.

Of course, there were those who didn’t board.

It couldn’t be said that they lacked ambition; it was simply that their pursuits were different.

Or perhaps they had a deep understanding of themselves.

They couldn’t even compete with others in the Grand Dao Sect, let alone in the Ancient Battle Arena, where countless powerful sects would gather.

The time for the incense stick passed.

Out of 147 disciples of the 92nd generation, 112 boarded the ship.

But how many would return?

But then again, isn't this how cultivation has always been?