159: Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races - Arena of Pride

Eighth Galaxy, Central Star.

A terrifying, shocking pressure swept through and filled the air once more.

The Estate of Duke Yan.

A middle-aged man with a majestic countenance roared in fury.

"Lin Yan! Lin Yan!!"

He stared at the message he had just received, his palms trembling.

"Duke, the Heir... was kicked into idiocy by that Lin Yan..."

"Ah!!"

Bang—!

A thunderous boom echoed.

The building exploded into pieces.

The Military Alliance and Supreme Academy stations were both deathly silent.

A trace of solemnity appeared on the faces of Mr. Xu and Miss Liu.

Only those at the Domain Level like them could understand the sheer significance of a seventh-Rank Middle Stage cultivation that was on the verge of King Rank.

A Physique plus an Pupil Technique.

Two distinct abilities.

Both of them spoke at the same time, asking the exact same question.

"Have you found his specific information yet?"

The answer they received was also identical.

The man and woman standing behind them shook their heads.

"Your Highness."

"We can't find anything."

Mr. Xu and Miss Liu frowned.

Can't find anything?

As fellow Domain Level Prodigies, they were all personnel entered into the Ancestral Court's database. Logically, they should be able to look each other up. Why was he an exception?

Right then.

Their brows twitched simultaneously, and they both waved their hands to dismiss their subordinates.

Two projections appeared in front of them.

Mr. Xu and Miss Liu spoke respectfully.

"Revered Master."

The man and woman within their respective projections spoke.

"Mr. Xu (Miss Liu)."

"Stop your investigation into that person."

"He is the disciple of Donggong Li from the Martial Arts Company."

What?

Both of them snapped their heads up, shock flashing in their eyes.

The Human Race's strongest Saint King—Donggong Li!

The invincible taboo of the Martial Arts Company, rumored to be able to slay Emperors as a Saint!

An existence even more terrifying than their own Revered Masters, who were also Saint Kings!

That Lin Yan was actually his disciple!

Following that, a look of realization appeared on their faces.

No wonder they couldn't find anything.

That person must have raised his disciple's security clearance.

Just as those thoughts crossed their minds—

"The reason you can't find him..."

"...isn't just because of Donggong Li."

"It is primarily because when that boy appeared, he shattered records that had been sealed by the Martial Arts Company for several epochs."

"Similarly, he also refreshed the record for the youngest King Rank Domain Level in the entire Human Race."

"He is currently only eighteen years and ten months old."

This was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of these two peerless Human Race Prodigies.

What!!!

The shock in Mr. Xu and Miss Liu's eyes instantly turned into disbelief.

Eighteen years old?

They had always assumed Lin Yan manifested as a youth simply because he preferred that appearance.

After all, once one became a King, they could control their outward appearance at will.

Voices continued to emanate from the projections before them.

"Alright."

"I was also very shocked when I learned this information."

"But since his cultivation isn't high yet—only fifth-Rank Early Stage—he won't be able to affect you."

"I am contacting you now to notify you of another matter..."

Mr. Xu and Miss Liu fell silent for a moment before softly interrupting.

"Revered Master."

"We just received news."

"He is already at the seventh-Rank Middle Stage, and he allegedly possesses both a Physique and an Pupil Technique. His combat strength is on the verge of King Rank."

Their previously calm and composed Revered Masters suddenly turned around, their eyes flashing with sharp light.

"Really?"

The two of them nodded.

Exclamations of wonder and envy followed.

"What an extraordinary junior."

"The Martial Arts Company's Luck is truly profound."

"One Donggong Li wasn't enough; now comes an even more terrifying little fellow."

"And these two have a Revered Master-disciple bond. Is our race about to see a true 'Two Emperors from One Sect' situation..."

Hearing these words, the two remained silent.

After a while.

Their Revered Masters spoke simultaneously.

"On the path of Martial Arts, anything is possible."

"As a fellow Domain Level, you need not belittle yourself."

"Returning to what I was about to say."

"Set aside the competition over there for now."

"Immediately head to the Holy Court of your respective territories."

"The Ancestral Court has sent word—the entrance to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield is about to appear!"

"This time, it's the Prodigy Arena!"

What?!

Mr. Xu and Miss Liu cried out in their hearts for the third time.

But compared to the previous shocks—

This time, their eyes burned with fervor.

They immediately responded.

"Yes!"

..."Little fellow."

"Your performance and growth speed have completely exceeded my expectations."

Lin Yan looked at Donggong Li in the projection—their second meeting—and smiled.

Seeing his expression, Donggong Li also gave a faint smile.

"Furthermore, your Luck is quite good."

A flash of surprise crossed Lin Yan's eyes.

Luck?

What Luck?

Could it be something good? Is that why this 'cheap' guide of his suddenly initiated a projection call?

Donggong Li didn't hide it and said with a smile.

"The ethereal entrance to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield is about to manifest."

"This time, it is the Prodigy Arena."

Lin Yan's eyes flashed with sharp light as he blurted out.

"When?"

"Within a month," Donggong Li replied. "So, don't go back for now."

"Go immediately to the Yonghong Divine Court and take the teleportation array to the Xuanqing Sacred Court."

He paused.

"Originally, if your cultivation wasn't high enough, I wouldn't have told you this news."

"But looking at it now, you definitely have the strength to enter."

"You still have Contribution Points, right?"

Lin Yan nodded to show he understood.

"I do."

Donggong Li nodded slightly.

"That's good then."

"Prepare some Martial Skills to take in with you."

"Additionally."

"Be careful in everything."

"If you have any questions, you can ask Fu Ying. After all, he accompanied me there once."

"Though it was a Venerable Rank Prodigy Arena, it's not much different."

"Understood," Lin Yan replied immediately.

Donggong Li said nothing more.

"Go then."

The projection was closed.

A smile appeared on Lin Yan's face.

Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.

He was just wondering where to get more charge value when he went back, and now this opportunity arrives?

He immediately called Fu Ying in.

"Change of plans. We're going to the Yonghong Divine Court to take the teleportation array."

Fu Ying was momentarily stunned. "Yes."

He didn't ask why.

Because he knew who Lin Yan had just been communicating with.

"I heard you know about the situation of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield's Prodigy Arena. Tell me about it in detail."

Fu Ying, who had just finished making the arrangements, froze for a moment before snapping his head up, his eyes filled with pleasant surprise.

"Your Highness!"

"The battlefield entrance has appeared?"

He instantly understood why they were suddenly changing course.

Only a Holy Court possessed the means to quickly travel to various Realms.

So no matter which Realm the entrance appeared in, they could get there immediately.

Lin Yan nodded with a smile.

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Fu Ying replied immediately.

"Your Highness."

"You should have already learned some basic information about the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield through the internal network, right?"

"Of course," Lin Yan said.

"The Ten Thousand Races Battlefield exists in an unknowable place outside the Three Thousand Realms of the Starry Sky."

"It is rumored to have five sub-battlefields of different levels."

"One can only enter through entrances that appear in a completely unpredictable manner."

Fu Ying nodded.

"Correct."

"The King Rank and Venerable Rank ones, which appear most frequently, are defined as the Prodigy Arena."