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The force of the punch was fierce, shattering the void and tearing through Sword Monarchâs sword aura, landing heavily on his abdomen.
It all happened very quickly, in just a few breaths, Sword Monarch was sent flying.
People watching the spatial projection outside were visibly shocked.
Sword Monarch stood up from the ground, frowning as he looked at Li Mubai.
He slowly picked up his longsword, his gaze growing increasingly serious.
The sword hissed, slashing through the void in front of him. More and more slashes appeared, consuming the endless void.
âHeavenly Sword Intent,â Sword Monarch said softly.
Behind him, sword intent gathered into a massive sky-piercing sword, slashing forward with overwhelming momentum.
Around him, many subtle sword intents also shrouded the area, hiding swiftly in the void and attacking Li Mubai.
As the sword intents surged toward him, Li Mubai stood there as if scared stiff, not dodging at all.
The sword intent roared along with Sword Monarch.
But the massive explosion and earth-shaking scene everyone expected didnât happen.
Instead, as the sword intents touched Li Mubaiâs body, they were all absorbed.
His body was like a vortex, even swallowing Sword Monarchâs sword.
Sword Monarch quickly retreated, shocked at what he saw.
He couldnât understand what had just happened.
âHere you go,â Li Mubai grinned.
With a flick of his right hand, thousands of sword intents burst forth, shooting straight at Sword Monarch.
These sword intents were exactly the ones he had just absorbed.
Countless sword intents came at him, and Sword Monarch had no time to defend or dodge, he was pinned in midair.
As more and more sword intents approached, suddenly a giant hand reached out from the void.
The hand passed through layer after layer of space, easily destroying the sword intents and pulling Sword Monarch out of the Heaven-Genesis Microcosm.
âSword Monarch of the True Martial Sacred Ground has been eliminated,â an aged voice rang out nearby.
This was the ancestor of the Baili Imperial Clan, who oversaw the entire Heaven-Genesis Microcosm.
Whenever a contestant was in life-threatening danger, he would pull them out and cancel their qualification, treating it as an elimination.
When Sword Monarch returned to the plaza, he was still shaken, his face pale.
He had come very close to death just now. What was even more humiliating was that he hadnât even used his true power before being defeated.
The crowd on the plaza was buzzing. Even if Sword Monarch wasnât a Holy Son, he was still one of the top younger generation members of the True Martial Sacred Ground.
Now he had lost to an unknown young man.
This made many people curious about the identity of the youth named Li Mubai.
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âDid you see it clearly?â Xu Qingshan looked at Xu Zimo and asked.
âIf Iâm not mistaken, that was one of the Hundred Battle Physiques, the Hundred Weapons Battle Physique,â Xu Zimo nodded.
Being able to absorb sword aura and even the sword itself was a signature trait of the Hundred Weapons Battle Physique.
Among all weapons, I am king, that's the essence of this physique.
Xu Qingshan waved Sword Monarch over to sit beside him.
âVice-Lord,â Sword Monarch said gloomily.
âYou didnât lose unfairly. There are indeed some unexpected contestants among the rogue cultivators this time,â Xu Qingshan said. âTrain well. Everyone experiences defeat at some point in life.â
Sword Monarch nodded slightly, still reflecting on his loss.
Although the opponent had one of the Hundred Battle Physiques, losing so easily was hard to accept.
The images in the spatial projection continued, with more people being pulled out.
After more than a full day, only sixteen people remained inside.
That marked the end of this stage. The final round was about to begin.
Among the sixteen were both expected and surprising names.
The True Martial Sacred Ground had two representatives: Xiang Qianheng and Jiang Xi'er.
The Purgatory Sacred Ground also had two: their Holy Son Tian Mozi, and another named Xue Kun.
The Holy Son of the Supreme Primal Sacred Ground was Primordius. The Holy Son of the Divine Sun Sacred Ground was Xuanyuan Xuantian. The Saintess of the Immortal Spirit Sect was Xian Lingâer.
Chi Imperial Clanâs Saintess was Chi Xue. The Mo Imperial Clan didnât send their own Holy Son, but a young man named Mo Chen.
The Baili Imperial Clanâs contestant was Baili Xiao. The Blood Nether Sacred Ground, despite being an imperial lineage, had not a single contestant in the top sixteen ever since their Holy Son was killed by Xu Zimo.
Although they had cultivated new disciples, none were strong enough. None made the top sixteen.
At that moment, the Blood Nether Sacred Groundâs elder was glaring angrily at Xu Zimo.
The Dan Imperial Clanâs Holy Son was Dan Qingyang.
Among the top sects, ten spots were taken by the imperial lineages.
The first-tier Immortal Spirit Sect had one spot. The Holy Son of the Myriad Beasts Sect, Kuang Qianshan, claimed another.
The remaining four spots were all taken by rogue cultivators.
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The finals would begin the next day. After such an intense battle, the sixteen contestants were given a day to rest.
In Baili City, gambling houses had already begun setting odds for the top sixteen.
The two most favored candidates, with the lowest odds, were Primordius and Baili Xiao.
The True Martial Sacred Ground wasnât highly regarded because their Holy Son, Xu Zimo, wasnât participating.
Although the other imperial lineagesâ Holy Sons were also impressive, they were still seen as slightly inferior compared to those two.
Regardless of the excitement in the city, the people from the True Martial Sacred Ground returned to their small courtyard residence.
Xu Zimo found a room and began preparing to train.
Now the Five Spirit Orbs were complete: the Nirvana-Fire Pearl, God-Thunder Pearl, Soft-Water Pearl, Second-Wood Pearl, and Destruction-Wind Pearl.
When united, the Five Spirit Orbs reveal a secret.
At the beginning of the world, during the changes of the heavens, there was no such thing as spiritforce.
The so-called spiritforce referred not only to what cultivators used to train or open meridians.
It encompassed all gaseous forms of spiritual essence in the world.
What we call infernal energy and immortal energy are also higher forms of spiritforce, but still part of the same essence.
Without spiritforce, humans couldnât cultivate.
The concept of opening meridians didnât even exist.
The Five Spirit Orbs represent the origin of all spiritforce.
They are the foundation of the spiritforce system on the Primordial Heartlands.
Once they established this foundation, they split into five and scattered across the continents.
Hundreds, thousands, even hundreds of millions of years later, they had now returned to Xu Zimoâs hands.
Because Xu Zimo needed to start the cultivation era on the God World, he would have to use the Five Spirit Orbs.
After evolving to the current era, the beings of the God World had fully adapted to their world.
They had even begun reproducing.
If the cultivation era wasn't initiated soon, humanity might eventually transition into a technological era.
That is the natural course of history and an inevitable path.
Xu Zimoâs consciousness entered the God World.