237: Chapter 237 Time Stands Still!

Su Feng merely let out a disdainful sneer at the arrogant words shouted by Ancestor Heavenly God from across the void.

"Ignorance is truly bliss."

Actually, before the Battle of Ten Thousand Races began, Su Feng had already prepared two plans.

If Shen Youchu and the Empress had lost in the previous weight classes and caused the Human Race to fall too far behind in points, he wouldn't have cared about the arena rules at all.

He would have waited for the competition to end and then directly led the human army to forcibly seize that ownerless Upper Realm!

In this world of cultivation, conquering a territory was never a true feat; being able to hold it was what truly defined strength!

But looking at it now, Youchu and the Empress had done a great job. Not only did they secure high scores, but they also rubbed the God Race's face in the dirt.

*Buzz—*

With a flash of light, Su Feng appeared on the arena stage.

Standing opposite him was an Eight-path Golden Immortal Old Ancestor of the Rakshasa Race, his entire body shrouded in blood-colored Evil Qi!

Although this Rakshasa Old Ancestor had lived for tens of thousands of years and possessed deep foundations, his eyes couldn't help but twitch violently the moment he saw that his opponent was Su Feng.

He had personally seen the top-secret footage leaked by the Demon Race and knew full well how this seemingly harmless white-robed youth had once exploded the God Race's Ancient Ancestor with a single punch and decapitated an Eight-path Golden Immortal Evil God with one sword strike!

"Fellow Daoist Su, I have long heard of your great name. It is truly this old man's honor to spar with you today in the Venerable Great Illusionary Realm."

The Rakshasa Old Ancestor swallowed nervously and cupped his fists, lowering his posture significantly. "Fellow Daoist Su... please, guide me!"

He was bitter inside!

If he could, he would have loved to turn around and jump off the stage right now.

But the Rakshasa Race was also a renowned powerhouse in the Three Thousand Upper Realms. If he surrendered without even daring to exchange blows under the watchful eyes of the ten thousand races, where would the Rakshasa Race's dignity go? How could they hold their heads high before their subordinate races in the future?

Thus, even though he knew defeat was certain, he had to bite the bullet and exchange a few moves, at least to lose with some dignity!

"Certainly."

Su Feng looked at the Rakshasa Old Ancestor, who was acting as if facing a formidable foe, and nodded kindly, not even bothering to take his hands out of his sleeves.

*Rumble!*

Seeing Su Feng being so overconfident, the Rakshasa Old Ancestor felt aggrieved but didn't dare to hold back in the slightest.

He let out a wild roar as eight Great Dao Origins, representing Shura slaughter and the sinking blood sea, surged from his body into the sky, transforming into a sun-blotting blood-colored purgatory that crashed down toward Su Feng!

"Rakshasa Blood Purgatory! Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul Devour!"

This move gathered the Rakshasa Old Ancestor's lifelong Dao fruit. Although its power didn't match Ancestor Heavenly God's 'Life and Death Reincarnation' from earlier, it was definitely enough to heavily injure an Eight-path Golden Immortal of the same rank!

However...

Facing this overwhelming blood-colored purgatory, Su Feng still didn't move.

He merely looked up slightly, and within his deep Ancient Heavy Pupils, a mysterious, colorless, and transparent halo flashed discreetly.

"Great Dao of Time and Space, manifest."

Su Feng murmured in his heart.

Unlike Ancestor Heavenly God's style...

Su Feng's [Origin of the Great Dao of Time and Space] emerged quietly, without triggering any earth-shattering phenomena. It was like a gentle breeze, silently brushing across the entire Arena No. 2.

Time-Space and Life and Death Reincarnation.

The reason these two powers were recognized by the Three Thousand Upper Realms and even the vast Major Thousand Worlds as the two strongest supreme Daos was bound to have its own undeniable and terrifying logic!

At the very moment the Rakshasa Old Ancestor's blood purgatory was about to swallow Su Feng...

The Rakshasa Old Ancestor's crimson pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpricks!

To his absolute horror, he discovered that he... could not move at all!

Not only was his body frozen in mid-air, but even the eight paths of immortal power surging like rivers within him, and even the speed of his Divine Sense's operation in his mind... were all forcibly solidified at this moment by an absolute power!

"Time and Space, Stillness."

Su Feng looked at the Rakshasa Old Ancestor, who looked ridiculous like a statue in mid-air, and calmly uttered those four words.

If Ancestor Heavenly God's 'Life and Death Reincarnation' was the flow of years, forcing one to experience birth, aging, sickness, and death in an instant, forcibly stripping away Lifespan and vitality...

Then Su Feng's 'Time and Space Stillness' was absolute, eternal imprisonment!

In this Domain cut out by Su Feng using the Time-Space Origin, time stopped flowing, and space lost its meaning.

The Rakshasa Old Ancestor was like an ancient fossil accidentally sealed in amber!

He could clearly perceive everything around him and see Su Feng's slightly mocking gaze, yet he couldn't even blink!

This extreme sense of helplessness—being conscious in Soul but losing complete control over his body—was even more despairing and terrifying than having his vitality drained by Ancestor Heavenly God!

*Hiss—!*

In the spectator stands, the powerhouses of the ten thousand races, who were still trembling from Ancestor Heavenly God's 'Life and Death Reincarnation,' once again sucked in a cold breath in unison as they watched the eerie, frozen scene on the stage, their scalps tingling.

"Not a single trace of magical power collision... He just casually froze an Eight-path Golden Immortal old monster like that?"

"That's not an illusion! Those are real Time-Space rules! He... he has actually gained a preliminary mastery of the Power of Time and Space?!"

"Monster! Just what kind of Heaven-Defying monster's den is this Human Race?!"

High in the sky...

The projection of Saint Lin Fan looked at this scene, a satisfied glint flashing in his deep eyes.

He didn't let this one-sided "standing lesson" continue, instead decisively announcing the result:

"Human Race, Su Feng, wins!"

As Lin Fan's voice fell...

Su Feng casually snapped his fingers, removing the restriction of the Great Dao of Time and Space.

*Thud!*

Having regained his freedom, the Rakshasa Old Ancestor was like a drowning man suddenly surfacing. He collapsed onto the stage in a sorry state, gasping for air, his clothes already soaked through with cold sweat.

"Th-thank you, Fellow Daoist Su, for your mercy!"

The Rakshasa Old Ancestor didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He didn't even dare to look up, bowing deeply to Su Feng with respect before fleeing like a streak of blood, teleporting back to the Rakshasa Race's preparation area.

Was it embarrassing? Certainly.

But after experiencing the despair of being eternally imprisoned in a rift of time and space, the Rakshasa Old Ancestor felt that being able to walk off the stage alive was already a great gift from Su Feng!

Two consecutive battles.

Ancestor Heavenly God, with 'Life and Death Reincarnation,' forced the physically invincible Ancestor Titan to sever his own arm to survive.

Su Feng of the Human Race, with 'Time and Space Stillness,' left the Eight-path Golden Immortal Rakshasa Old Ancestor with no power to fight back.

The terrifying strength displayed by these two had completely transcended the Golden Immortal level, even touching upon the level of [Rules] that ordinary Cultivators couldn't possibly comprehend!

The disparity in strength was too vast; it was a complete dimensional crushing.

The ancestors of the ten thousand races present were all as clear as a mirror in their hearts.

In this third stage's Golden Immortal Peak group, everyone else was merely a spectator along for the ride.

The deciding point of this final victory, which would determine the layout of the Upper Realm, could only lie between these two freaks who transcended common logic: Su Feng and Ancestor Heavenly God!

With the tragic precedents of Ancestor Titan and the Rakshasa Old Ancestor...

The following arena matches became much simpler.

The other Golden Immortal ancestors of various races, no matter how arrogant they usually were, as long as the teleportation light lit up and they found their opponent was either Su Feng or Ancestor Heavenly God...

Without any hesitation, not even bringing out their Magic Treasures, they would immediately and decisively raise their hands and shout:

"I surrender!"

"This old man forfeits!"

"Can't win, farewell!"

The showdown of thirty Peak experts had turned into a "clearing the floor" show for Su Feng and Ancestor Heavenly God.

In less than half an hour...

Su Feng in his white robe and Ancestor Heavenly God, clad in golden armor with ten wings spread wide...

Met at the summit!