180: A divine eye? A blind man? (Sixty-five)

The young man did not make any further moves.

He merely smiled meaningfully in the direction of Jun Yun.

Then, he turned around and continued to walk forward slowly.

His figure quickly merged into the crowded flow of people and disappeared.

As if he had never appeared at all.

Jun Yun stood in place, not moving for a long time.

Without realizing it, his back was already drenched in cold sweat.

He had always thought that an existence like You Chen was the pinnacle of Luck in this era, the "Child" favored by destiny.

But that young man in plain clothes just now...

A thought that made his heart palpitate rose within Jun Yun.

The existence of that young man himself had already exceeded the scope that "Destiny" could encompass.

He was not favored by destiny.

He himself might be "Heaven".

Jun Yun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the waves in his heart.

The waters of this Great Era were much deeper than he had imagined.

He withdrew all his aura, buried that vigilance deep in his heart, and returned to being that inconspicuous Loose Cultivator.

Jun Yun found the most ordinary inn in Tianjiao City and stayed there.

He completely transformed into an ordinary Cultivator who came here to see the world but dared not participate in the fighting.

During the day, he mingled in the various restaurants and teahouses of the city.

At night, he sat quietly in his simple guest room, deducing and analyzing.

He took all the information he heard during the day, whether it was the grudges between Prodigies, the secrets of some Divine Body, or the various battle records being circulated.

He gathered, organized, and analyzed them all in his mind.

A "map of forces" regarding all the Prodigies around Tianjiao City gradually became clear in his mind.

Who was a Body Cultivator, who excelled in Divine Soul.

Who had a violent temper, who was sinister and ruthless.

Who had the support of an ancient Orthodoxy behind them, and who was a lone wolf.

Everything became clear.

Time passed quietly in this calm state of hibernation.

A month later.

Boom—

A roar resounded through the heavens and earth without warning.

Immediately after, the entire Tianjiao City began to resonate and tremble violently.

All the Cultivators in the city, regardless of what they were doing, stopped their actions at this moment, rushed out of their rooms, and looked up at the sky outside the city.

They saw that, above the sky outside Tianjiao City.

Space twisted violently like water ripples.

An ancient stone platform shrouded in endless divine light slowly emerged from the void, and then, bit by bit, it solidified.

The stone platform was made of an unknown material, appearing entirely in an ancient cyan-gray color, with countless incomprehensible Dao runes imprinted on it.

It just floated there quietly, neither big nor small.

Yet it emitted a grand aura that suppressed eternity.

This was one of the three thousand dao platforms in the Central Province.

"The dao platform has appeared!"

I don't know who shouted.

The next moment, the entire Tianjiao City was completely boiling.

Countless powerful auras shot into the sky, turning into streams of light, surging toward the dao platform outside the city.

A great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Just at this moment.

A will, grander and more indifferent than the pressure of a God King, descended.

"The rules for the Dao Platform Contest are as follows."

"First, on the dao platform, life and death do not matter; the loser is eliminated."

"Second, at the end of each day, only the last person can remain on the platform to become the 'Platform Master' of the day."

"Third, the next day, anyone can challenge the Platform Master; the winner becomes the new Platform Master."

"Fourth, for a period of one year, the one who can ultimately hold the dao platform undefeated will obtain the qualification for the Ancient Starry Road."

The rules were simple.

But they were also cruel to the extreme.

The grand will came quickly and left quickly.

The moment the rules were imprinted, the pressure that suppressed all living beings disappeared.

The area around the dao platform fell into a brief silence.

Everyone was shocked by these cruel rules.

But this silence lasted for less than three breaths.

"Hahaha, this qualification, I, Zhao Wuji, will take it!"

A wild laugh broke the silence.

A young man shrouded in lightning could not hold back any longer; he turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed onto the ancient stone platform.

His movement was like igniting a powder keg.

"Get down!"

"You think you're worthy!"

Instantly, a dozen more figures rushed onto the dao platform from different directions almost simultaneously.

They were all Prodigies who had absolute confidence in their own strength and were famous in their regions.

Everyone wanted to become the Platform Master of the first day, to take the lead and make a name for themselves in the Five Domains.

Boom!

Without any words.

The battle broke out in the most tragic way the moment they stepped onto the dao platform.

A dozen Prodigies fought in pairs, instantly erupting into a melee.

Lightning bolts burst forth.

Sword Qi crisscrossed.

The divine light of precious techniques surged endlessly.

The dao platform was instantly submerged by violent energy.

The scene was incomparably tragic.

"Ah!"

A scream.

A Divine Body Prodigy who was just high-spirited was besieged by three people; his protective divine light was instantly torn apart, and he was blown to pieces on the spot, turning into a mist of blood.

Even his Divine Soul could not escape.

It was only a few breaths.

Several Prodigies who were capable of founding sects and becoming ancestors in the outside world bled to death on the spot, their Divine Souls extinguished.

Below the dao platform, countless Cultivators who had been eager to try turned pale and collectively took a step back.

This bloody reality instantly extinguished the fanaticism in their hearts.

Jun Yun stood at the very back of the crowd, watching all this calmly.

He understood clearly in his heart.

To win the qualification for the dao platform, one must either possess the invincible strength of a Sacred Body-level Prodigy, capable of sweeping through everything, and stand from the first day to the last.

Or, one must endure, wait, and deliver a thunderous blow at the most critical moment.

Obviously, he belonged to the latter.

Jun Yun turned around, quietly left this boiling battlefield, and returned to the simple inn in Tianjiao City.

He needed time.

The Dao Platform Contest had just begun.

In the following days, Jun Yun completely became a spectator.

Every day, he would go outside the dao platform to watch the battle, recording the strength, Divine Ability, and trump cards of every person who went up on the platform in his heart.

Then, he would return to the inn and close his doors, not going out.

He immersed all his focus into the contemplation of the Sword Scripture.

The impact that the young man in plain clothes had brought him was too great.

It made him understand that his current strength was far from enough in front of the true Prodigies of this Great Era.

He had to become stronger.

The ending part of the second chapter of the Sword Scripture was obscure and difficult to understand.

Every word seemed to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, touching upon the existence of the "Dao".

Jun Yun's spirit, in the world of the Sword Scripture, deduced time and time again, got lost time and time again, and started over time and time again.

Spring departed and autumn arrived.

Six months passed in the blink of an eye.

The dao platform outside Tianjiao City was no longer the initial chaos.

Blood had stained the cyan-gray stone platform red.

Countless white bones were piled up under the dao platform.

Countless Prodigies who were once famous in their regions had become stepping stones on this bloody road.

Now.

That dao platform had been firmly controlled by a powerhouse for a whole month.

He was a peerless-level Divine Body.

His Physical Body was tyrannical, his Divine Power was unmatched, and with his divine fists, he didn't know how many powerhouses who came to challenge him had been blasted to death.

Everyone believed that as long as there were no accidents, this person would be the final winner of this dao platform.

Jun Yun stood in the crowd, watching the arrogant figure on the dao platform, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately.

That mysterious young man in plain clothes, his goal was not here.

Inside the inn.

Jun Yun slowly opened his eyes.

In those deep Nine-Colored Double Pupils, a strange light flashed by.

Six months of observation, six months of accumulation.

Enough.

It was time to make a move.