160: Chapter 160 The Old Tradition: The Magic Duel Tournament!

After hundreds of years of development, the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven was no longer the desolate place it once was.

There were peaks upon peaks of spiritual mountains, and layer upon layer of grand halls.

Fields of medicinal herbs stretched out, and Spirit Beasts roamed about.

Immortal cranes soared among the clouds, and Disciples walked along the mountain paths.

It was a scene of true immortality.

And today, it was exceptionally lively.

This was because the Taiyi Dao Sect was once again playing its old trick: the Sect Dao Fighting Tournament.

Come to think of it, the origins of this Dao Fighting Tournament could be traced back to the Nanming No. 73 Mortal Realm.

Back then, the Taiyi Dao Sect was still a martial arts Sect, and every few decades, the Disciples would hold a tournament to test their skills and determine who was superior.

Later, after arriving at the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven, everyone felt that the term "martial arts tournament" was truly too unrefined.

They were all Cultivators now; calling it a "martial arts tournament" just didn't sound right.

Thus, it was changed to the Dao Fighting Tournament.

The name had changed, but the excitement remained the same.

After all, the path of Cultivation was long; without some form of diversion, it would be far too dull.

Competing for superiority on the Dao Fighting stage and exchanging a few moves with fellow Disciples were all just for fun, regardless of the outcome.

In the southeast of the Xiaoluo Cave Heaven, there was a Dao Fighting stage.

This stage was a hundred zhang in radius, paved entirely with green jade, with Formation pillars standing at the four corners, inscribed with intricate Formation patterns.

Once the Formation was activated, even if a Nascent Soul Cultivator exerted their full strength, they would not be able to harm a single spectator off the stage.

At this moment, the area around the Dao Fighting stage was packed with people.

Ninety percent of them were Taiyi Dao Sect Disciples, with a small number of Great Love Alliance members scattered among them.

However, members of the Great Love Alliance rarely went on stage nowadays.

The reason was simple: they couldn't afford to lose face.

This bunch from the Taiyi Dao Sect had started Cultivating earlier.

The Great Love Alliance members had started Cultivating later, had a weaker foundation, and were already a step behind in Realm.

A few years ago, some still tried to go up, but they always ended up beaten and humiliated.

Over time, they lost the desire to do so.

Coming here today was just to watch the excitement.

On the Dao Fighting stage, a match was currently underway.

On the left side of the stage stood a youth in green, with a youthful face, hands forming Spell seals, possessing Qi Refining Realm cultivation.

On the right side of the stage was a woman in white, her expression calm, with Spiritual Qi circulating around her; she was in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The crowd below was whispering and discussing.

"Qi Refining versus Foundation Establishment? What's there to watch?"

"What do you know? That boy in green is Elder Chen's great-great-great-grandson. He has only been initiated for three years; it's impressive enough that he dares to get on stage."

"Elder Chen? Which Elder Chen?"

"Who else could it be? Naturally, it's that old Elder Chen."

The crowd suddenly realized, and their gazes toward the green-clad youth took on a different nuance.

As they spoke, the fight on the stage had already begun.

The woman in white was quite polite; she didn't use any real techniques, just casually casting a few Spells.

The green-clad youth was not afraid, fending them off in a flurry and occasionally managing to strike back once or twice.

Although he was being suppressed, he still managed to put up a decent fight.

Sparse cheers rang out from below the stage.

This was the match of the low-Realm Disciples.

Winning or losing wasn't important; participation was what mattered.

After Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment, there was Golden Core.

After Golden Core, there was Nascent Soul.

After Nascent Soul, there was Soul Transformation.

Match after match, from morning until night, it was incredibly lively.

However, once it reached the Void Refining Realm, no one went on stage.

Xuan Chenzi Xuan Chenzi and Yun Chenzi Yun Chenzi were both of advanced age; they had no interest in going on stage to fight.

In the words of Xuan Chenzi Xuan Chenzi: "Let the juniors have their fun with this kind of excitement; why should two old guys like us join in?"

As for Ye Chen...

He was currently leaning back in his chair, holding a cup of spiritual tea, squinting at the match on the stage.

Sitting beside him was Xu Gang.

Xu Gang glanced at him and teased: "Junior Brother Ye, you really aren't going up to show off a few moves? You are a Void Refining Realm Cultivator, after all; let the juniors see something."

Ye Chen took a sip of tea and said lazily: "Not going."

Xu Gang laughed: "Back in the Nanming Realm, you weren't like this."

Ye Chen heard this and fell silent for a moment.

Back then?

Back then, he loved to compete.

He wanted to be first in everything.

He wanted the best Cultivation Technique and the greatest Opportunity.

But later, he gradually understood.

The world is vast, and there will always be someone stronger than you.

Even if you become the strongest in this world, there will surely be stronger beings outside this world.

Constantly striving to become stronger just for the sake of it—it was too tiring, too tiring.

He glanced at the youth in green on the stage, then at the lively crowd around him, a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

"It's good like this now," he said.

Xu Gang was stunned for a moment, then also smiled.

"Fine, as long as you like it."

The two said no more and continued to watch the match on the stage.

In another corner of the stands.

An old man in a gray robe stood with his hands behind his back, watching the youth in green on the stage with a smile in his eyes.

The old man had an ordinary face and an ordinary aura, appearing to be only in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

But if someone observant looked closely, they would find that no one approached within three feet of him.

It wasn't that he forbade it, but people who approached always felt that the person standing there was no ordinary person.

This old man was none other than Elder Chen.

Elder Chen was now at the Integration Stage.

Ever since he got used to the quiet, he actually began to enjoy the liveliness.

He especially liked watching these juniors fight.

Sometimes when the mood struck, he would hide his identity, change his appearance, and quietly go on stage to exchange a few moves with others.

Of course, he would suppress his cultivation and only use Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment techniques.

Winning or losing didn't matter; it was just for fun.

...

West of the Hall of Longevity in the Supreme Creation Small Luo Grotto-Heaven, there was a quiet palace.

This palace was called Qingyan Palace and was exactly where Lin Wei resided.

The palace was not large, but it was extremely elegant.

In front of the palace was a clear pool, with lotus flowers blooming in it.

By the pool were a few green bamboos, their shadows swaying.

Gu Yan's figure landed in front of the palace.

He stepped into the palace.

Inside the hall, Lin Wei was sitting cross-legged, Spiritual Qi circulating around her, evidently Cultivating.

Gu Yan did not disturb her, simply standing quietly to the side, watching her profile.

Come to think of it, Lin Wei had rarely gone out in these years.

She went into seclusion every day and Cultivated every night.

Gu Yan knew her thoughts.

She didn't want to fall too far behind him.

A moment later, Lin Wei seemed to sense something and slowly opened her eyes.

She turned her head, saw Gu Yan, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

"You've come."

Gu Yan nodded and sat down beside her.

"The Dao Fighting Tournament today is very lively."

"Do you want to go take a look?"

Lin Wei shook her head and said softly: "Cultivation is more important."

Hearing this, Gu Yan reached out and took her hand.

Lin Wei was slightly startled, then gently held his hand back.

The two did not speak, just sitting quietly.

Outside the hall, the moonlight was like water.

The lotus flowers in the pool swayed gently with the breeze.