713: Chapter 713 Thank you, Peak Master!

As for whether he could Breakthrough to Grandmaster before the Land of Emperors Fall opened, that would depend on fate.

If the Land of Emperors Fall were to open in a month, he wouldn't be able to Breakthrough to Grandmaster no matter what.

In one month, to both condense Supreme-grade Spear Intent and Breakthrough to Grandmaster—that wasn't Cultivating, it was dreaming.

Even with his panel, it was impossible to cross such a massive threshold in such a short period of time.

If it were a few months, he might have a chance.

But 'a few months' could mean anything; three months was one thing, five months was another.

Different timeframes led to different results.

“Thank you, Peak Master!”

The group of Holy Land Disciples spoke up one after another.

The emperor fall token—the proof of entry into the Land of Emperors Fall. An Opportunity that only appeared once every ten thousand years was right before their eyes.

As long as they broke through to Grandmaster, they could obtain it. They had to seize this chance.

At that moment, Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan stepped forward, cupped his fists toward Peak Master Jian Wuya, and said, “Brother Jian, I shall take my leave first. In a few months, let us reunite at Diluo Valley.”

“Fine.”

Peak Master Jian Wuya nodded without saying much else.

The friendship between two True Emperor experts required few words.

Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan turned and approached the Diluo Valley Disciples. His robes fluttered slightly as a moonlight-like silver glow spilled from his sleeves, enveloping several Disciples within.

The light was soft and bright, like a thin veil wrapping around the figures of the seven Disciples.

With a flash of light, the figures of the Disciples vanished instantly.

Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan took a step forward, treading into the Void Realm.

As his foot landed, the space before him changed instantly.

With the tip of his foot as the center, space began to collapse—not slowly or gradually, but instantly and violently. The Void Realm was like glass struck by a heavy hammer; starting from a single point, cracks spread in all directions.

The cracks grew larger and denser, and in the blink of an eye, a zone of spatial annihilation several meters in diameter was formed.

Countless Law powers intertwined and collided in that area; some were like sharp blades, some like flames, and some like floods, each containing enough power to destroy everything.

Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan's body slowly dissipated within that collapsed space.

He wasn't swallowed or torn apart; rather, he actively merged into that area of chaotic Laws.

His body transformed into countless points of light, merging into those intertwined Laws, and then flowed away into the distance along with the Laws' movement.

Even after his figure had completely vanished, the space where he had been remained in a state of chaotic Laws.

The spatial cracks were still spreading, the collision of Laws continued, and that aura of destruction still permeated the Void Realm.

Qin Yan could feel that if he were caught in that area, he would absolutely not survive!

The power in that area was not something he could withstand.

The collision of Laws, the power of annihilation—any one of them was enough to tear his body to shreds.

Never mind him; even ordinary Grandmasters or Great Grandmasters would definitely not survive if they fell into that area!

Was this the power of a True Emperor?

An indescribable shock surged in Qin Yan's heart.

Peak Master Jian Wuya and Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan usually stood there with their auras restrained like ordinary people, making one feel no threat at all.

But once they acted, it was world-destroying.

Seeing this, Peak Master Jian Wuya waved his hand.

Sword Dao Laws surged around him, and silver Law power gushed from his body like countless silver threads, covering that chaotic space.

The Laws intertwined, emitting a dangerous aura.

The silver light collided with the chaotic power.

Law intertwined with Law, power contested against power.

A moment later, the Sword Dao Laws vanished.

And that area of annihilated space also returned to normal.

The black cracks healed, the fragments of Laws dissipated, and the Void Realm regained its calm.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Peak Master Jian Wuya withdrew his hand, his gaze falling back onto the Disciples below.

“For those of you who were victorious this time, as long as you can join Wan Jian Peak in the future and pass my test, you can become my True Disciple.”

Peak Master Jian Wuya spoke, his voice calm.

The victors—Lin Ruoxi, Qin Yan, Su Qingwan, and Feng Wuji—all showed excited smiles upon hearing these words!

They had participated in this competition and fought life-and-death battles with the Diluo Valley Prodigies; wasn't their ultimate goal to study under Peak Master Jian Wuya?

Now, their goal had been achieved.

Although they weren't directly becoming his Disciples yet, they had at least obtained the qualification to do so.

Once they passed the test, they would be Peak Master Jian Wuya's Personal Disciples—a status that carried immense weight within the Taixuan Holy Land.

Meanwhile, the expressions of Beichen Xing, Huang Jiuli, and Long Aotian turned sour upon hearing this.

Long Aotian, in particular, looked the most upset.

His strength was among the top even in this group.

With his Supreme Grade Dragon Emperor Fist Intent, Dragon Clan Bloodline, and True Dragon Battle Body, he was definitely among the top three of the eight Heavenly Ladder Clearers.

But he had bad luck, being matched against Diluo Valley's Senior Sister Luo Qinghe, and suffered a regrettable defeat.

He was unwilling to accept it.

If his opponent hadn't been Senior Sister Luo Qinghe but someone else, he would have most likely won.

If he had won, he would be on the list of victors and would have obtained the chance to study under Peak Master Jian Wuya.

But he had lost.

Huang Jiuli was also full of resentment.

She had pushed herself to the limit, and both she and Shi Potian had exhausted their strength, but the final result was only a draw.

A draw meant she hadn't won.

Not winning meant she wasn't a victor, which meant she couldn't obtain the chance to become a Disciple like Lin Ruoxi and Qin Yan.

As for Beichen Xing, he only felt some regret but no resentment.

After all, he had lost, and quite thoroughly at that.

Lie Feng's strength was above his; his loss was not undeserved.

There was nothing to be resentful about when losing to someone stronger than oneself.

Peak Master Jian Wuya looked at the disappointed individuals and spoke slowly:

“The three of you are not suited to join my Wan Jian Peak.”

His voice was peaceful and sincere.

“Huang Jiuli, Long Aotian, you are both Divine Beasts. The Legacies of the Phoenix and the Dragon Clan are fundamentally different from the human Sword Dao. You walk the path of Bloodline, the path of race, and the path of innate talent. Cultivating Sword Techniques is not a boost for you, but a restriction.”

Peak Master Jian Wuya paused, turning his gaze toward Beichen Xing.

“Beichen Xing, you Cultivate an Imperial Way Cultivation Technique and walk the Path of a Sovereign. Your martial path requires the Qi of the Masses and the Power of an Imperial Dynasty. While Sword Techniques are good, they are incompatible with you. Forcing yourself into Wan Jian Peak would be like putting shackles on yourself.”

“Therefore, the three of you need not feel regret; your future paths do not lie in Wan Jian Peak.”

After Peak Master Jian Wuya finished speaking, he shifted his gaze from the three of them to the four victors.

“Although the four of you were victorious and obtained the chance to study under me, my test is very difficult. If you cannot pass it, you will not be able to become my Disciple either.”

Peak Master Jian Wuya's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of the victors.