229: Chapter 229 Yao Jing's Results Reveal Her True Strength!

"Clang..."

The grand bell toll leveled the dark red sky.

The sky of the Secret Realm shattered inch by inch.

A hundred pillars of pure white light pierced through the clouds, descending into the Secret Realm, precisely locking onto the last one hundred people scattered everywhere.

The sensation of weightlessness vanished in an instant.

Gu Changsheng's feet landed on the hard white jade floor.

His vision returned.

He had returned to the large plaza on the outskirts of the Yaochi Holy Land.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators watching held their breath in unison.

Those Prodigies who had been eliminated early on stared intently at the twisting Void Realm in the center of the plaza.

Jealousy, envy, and unwillingness—all sorts of emotions spread through the crowd.

There were one hundred people who qualified for the seats.

Gu Changsheng stood on the jade slab with his hands behind his back, his body unblemished by even a speck of dust.

"Young Lord." A cold, clear voice called out.

Mu Shuangyue stepped out from a pillar of light a few yards away.

Her white clothes were stained with a few shocking plum blossoms of blood, and blood was still dripping from the tip of her sword, but her aura was long and steady.

Gu Changsheng swept his gaze over her and nodded slightly.

Being able to fight into the top one hundred in a meat grinder of ten thousand people at the Peak of the Heavenly Phenomenon Rank, the foundation of the Mystic Phoenix Divine Body truly did not disappoint him.

At this moment, the pillars of light nearby dissipated one after another.

In front of the crowd.

The Eternal Emperor's Son, Ying Tian, stepped on the phantoms of nine Dragons, his dragon robe flapping loudly, his hands behind his back.

The Holy Son of Qingxiao, Xuanyuan Che, rode a green ox backward, still holding that yellowed Dao scripture in his hand.

The Young Clan Leader of the Xuanwu Ancient Clan from the Southern Barbarians, Wu Zheng; the Son of the Underworld from the Ancient Hall of Soul Condensation; the Buddha Son of the Dafan Zen Temple...

Those popular Prodigies favored to win the championship were all standing steadily on the plaza, not a single one missing.

However, the atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

These top Prodigies were not confronting each other; instead, they were scanning the teams on the plaza with an extremely subtle gaze.

One person was missing.

"Yang Dingtian is not here." Ying Tian frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

Xuanyuan Che closed the Dao scripture in his hand, looked up at the sky, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Not only is he not here, but according to the message from my Junior Brother... he was knocked out on the first day."

The voice was not loud, but in the quiet plaza at this moment, it clearly reached the ears of every top Prodigy.

The pupils of several major Prodigies constricted simultaneously.

"Who did it?" The Young Clan Leader of the Xuanwu Ancient Clan, Wu Zheng, asked, his voice deep like thunder.

No one answered.

But the gazes of Ying Tian and Xuanyuan Che fell simultaneously on Gu Changsheng, who was standing on the edge in his white robes.

They had each planted informants in the Secret Realm.

With the news of Yang Dingtian's elimination, once pieced together, the answer was obvious.

There was no need for concrete evidence.

The intuition of Prodigies at the same level was the most lethal.

Gu Changsheng perceived these several highly penetrating gazes.

He did not avoid them.

He lifted his eyes slightly, meeting them with a gaze as calm as water.

A brief eye contact.

Invisible sparks even ignited in the air.

A flash of wariness crossed the depths of Ying Tian's eyes, and he immediately shifted his gaze away.

Xuanyuan Che smiled and nodded at Gu Changsheng, then patted the head of the green ox he was riding.

Seeing the actions of the two great Prodigies, the other Prodigies immediately reacted.

In an instant.

The gazes of the hundred surviving peerless Prodigies in the entire plaza changed completely as they looked at Gu Changsheng.

If, before entering the Secret Realm, Gu Changsheng could barely stand on equal footing with them by killing Jin Jiuxiao.

Then now, the danger level they perceived in him had soared directly to the absolute Peak.

That was the Divine Son of Yanyang, a Prodigy-level combatant who could at least Rank in the top five.

This meant that Gu Changsheng's combat power had already reached the first tier of Prodigies!

"A bit interesting." The Son of the Underworld from the Ancient Hall of Soul Condensation licked his pale lips, his eyes, surrounded by Death Qi, filled with gravity.

Gu Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, turning a blind eye to these gazes of awe, wariness, or hostility.

Will the wind destroy the tree that stands out from the forest?

That is only because the tree is not hard enough.

If it were a divine tree that propped up the sky, the wind would only bypass it on its own.

"Hum!"

Ripples appeared in the Void Realm, and Fairy Yuji stepped out upon the waves, standing in the air in front of everyone.

She swung her long sleeves violently, stirring up clouds and mist across the sky.

A golden ranking list, dozens of yards long, unfurled with a rustle in mid-air.

At the same time, a bronze spirit-measuring cauldron, about three yards high and engraved with ancient star totems, slammed into the center of the plaza.

"Yao Crystal liquidation, settle the ranking for the seats!"

Fairy Yuji's cold, clear voice echoed throughout the entire plaza.

"The one at the top of the ranking will receive a blessing of Luck for the next stage. Everyone, please cast your Yao Crystals."

A Prodigy standing on the edge gritted his teeth and was the first to step forward.

Holding three faintly glowing Yao Crystals in his hands, he tossed them into the cauldron.

"Three, qualified. Ranking for the seats, ninety-ninth place." A faint white light shone from the body of the cauldron, and the number appeared in mid-air.

Immediately after, the Prodigies stepped forward one by one.

"Six."

"Ten."

"Eleven."

The vast majority of people's counts hovered around ten.

The Secret Realm was vast, and the Vicious Beasts were strong; being able to find this many in three days was already the limit, and more people had wasted their time in mutual slaughter.

Until the Young Clan Leader of the Xuanwu Ancient Clan, Wu Zheng, strode out.

He casually pulled off a cloth bag and dumped it in.

"Forty-two!"

The number on the golden list suddenly shot up.

The Cultivators on the perimeter erupted in exclamation.

As expected of the Young Clan Leader of an Ancient Clan; this quantity was clearly obtained by killing others and seizing their goods.

The Divine Maiden Danxuan of the Qingming Alchemy Mansion stepped forward gracefully, her fair wrist turning, and she tossed in fifty-one.

It triggered another commotion.

The main event had arrived.

The Eternal Emperor's Son, Ying Tian, stepped forward.

The nine golden Dragon phantoms let out a high-pitched dragon roar. He was expressionless as he swung his large sleeve.

A milky white torrent slammed into the cauldron.

"Eighty-nine!"

The entire plaza was in an uproar.

This was no longer simple searching; this was a slaughter-style clearing in the Secret Realm!

"As expected of the Eternal Emperor's Son!" Someone gasped and exclaimed.

Ying Tian took a half-step back.

Xuanyuan Che patted the green ox's head and walked to the cauldron unhurriedly.

He tapped the cauldron with the Dao scripture in his hand.

"Ninety-three."

The entire plaza was in a frenzy!

The Holy Son of Qingxiao still had the edge over the Eternal Emperor's Son!

Ying Tian's face darkened slightly, and he snorted coldly.

Just when everyone thought the ranking was set.

Gu Changsheng moved.

He walked to the spirit-measuring cauldron with a steady pace.

There were no astonishing phenomena, nor any overbearing aura.

He simply reached out to untie the Qiankun bag at his waist, not even bothering to use Spiritual Qi to support it.

He just turned the mouth of the bag downward.

"Clatter, clatter..."

The crisp sound of crystals colliding was like a torrential downpour.

One, ten, fifty, one hundred...

The blinding milky white fluorescence overflowed directly from the spirit-measuring cauldron, piling up into a small hill half a person high!

The Yao Crystal Spiritual Qi, so thick it could not be dissolved, shot into the sky, dyeing the clouds above white.

The entire noisy white jade plaza.

Suddenly went quiet.

Everyone looked at Gu Changsheng as if looking at a monster.

They saw the numbers on the golden list jump crazily, and finally stop.

Three hundred and forty.

This quantity not only meant that he had looted the Vicious Beasts of the Secret Realm, but it also meant... that dozens to a hundred peerless Prodigies had their entire fortunes cleared out by him alone.

Even Fairy Yuji's pupils constricted sharply.

She took a deep look at Gu Changsheng, took a deep breath, and her voice, bolstered by Spiritual Qi, spread throughout the entire plaza.

"Holy Son of Daoxuan, ranked first on the ranking for the seats!"