In my cultivation journey, I completely crushed a group of chosen ones.

In the sky, countless lights twinkled, like dazzling stars.

Amidst the crowd, murmurs and exclamations rose and fell, each face filled with anticipation and excitement.

As a melodious bell rang, the entire Starry Universe fell silent instantly.

A middle-aged man walked onto the Starry Sky Platform.

With a slight raise of his hand, a powerful force instantly enveloped the entire Qiankun Platform.

"Today, we are holding this grand ceremony to find talented and promising disciples to carry on our lineage."

This is a grand event concerning the future of the cultivation world. I hope all the disciples on the list will cherish this opportunity and showcase their strength and talent.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from all directions of Xingyao Qiankun.

The man then waved his hand, signaling the official start of the ceremony.

On the Starry Sky Platform, as a thousand sword cultivators gathered, a chilling aura instantly filled the air.

At the start of the battle, no one rushed to attack; instead, they stood guard cautiously against each other.

Suddenly, a sword cultivator dressed in a blue robe made the first move.

He moved with lightning speed, rushing towards the crowd in an instant. With a swing of his longsword, a dazzling sword light streaked across the void like lightning.

Everyone dodged, and this action acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the entire battlefield.

Everyone drew their swords, and for a moment, the light of swords flashed and the sound of swords clanging filled the air.

A white-clad swordsman lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped up as gracefully as a swallow.

The long sword in his hand danced like a blooming white lotus.

His swordsmanship was agile and elegant, with each strike carrying a deadly threat.

Several sword cultivators attempted to surround and attack him, but he easily dealt with them thanks to his agility and superb swordsmanship.

Not far away, a red-haired swordsman displayed a ferocious attack.

He gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, and with a powerful swing, a massive fiery sword aura roared out, instantly forcing back the several sword cultivators in front of him.

His eyes were filled with madness and fighting spirit, like those of a ferocious beast.

On the other side of the battlefield, a woman in blue appeared remarkably calm.

She stood there quietly, holding a long sword, seemingly out of place amidst the chaos around her.

However, when a swordsman charged at her, she instantly made her move.

Her swordsmanship was concise and efficient; with a single thrust, she struck the swordsman's vitals, instantly rendering him unable to fight.

As the battle progressed, the scene became increasingly intense.

During the battle, sword cultivators were frequently injured and fell to the ground.

Di Qingci stood in the middle, his sword flashing like the wind. With a single sweep of his sword, a large area around him was instantly cleared.

Pei Jinshu looked at her from afar, and in an instant, his sword shot into the sky. The sword energy was like a dazzling firework, and the people around him retreated.

In the center of the battlefield, several of the most powerful sword cultivators engaged in a fierce duel.

Their swordsmanship had reached a level of unparalleled skill, with each strike containing immense power.

The elders on the stage nodded unconsciously. Indeed, he was a top talent of the Peerless Sword Sect.

As time passed, a bell rang, and the elder's voice echoed throughout the surroundings.

"Those on stage, continue to the next round of the competition. This round is a two-on-one duel where the winners advance. I wish all my disciples good luck."

The Starry Sky Platform shook violently, and with a series of booming sounds, countless arenas appeared in a staggered pattern.

The elder waved his hand, and a number plate appeared in the hand of the disciple who had advanced.

The elder said, "The duels will be fought in pairs according to the number plates. Begin!"

Di Qingci received number 99 and flew onto the stage according to the arena number.

A man followed, handsome in appearance, with a long sword in hand. He clasped his hands in a salute and said, "I am Ling Feng."

Emperor Qingci returned the greeting: "Emperor Qingci."

Ling Feng attacked with a single sword strike.

Di Qingci struck the Chaos Divine Sword, and a beam of light shot into the sky, instantly piercing through with sword energy.

Ling Feng sensed an aura of death and retreated repeatedly. Before he knew it, he fell off the stage, and his face immediately turned pale.

"Haha, this guy is really unlucky."

"Who is that disciple? I've never seen him before."

"It's normal that you haven't seen them before. There are millions of new disciples in the Aoshi Sword Sect. You can't possibly know everyone."

"Looks like another dark horse."

As time passed, the elder's voice rang out again: "Those who advance will still face off in pairs."

Di Qingci's token this time was number 88, which was quite a good number, as half of the people on the arena disappeared instantly.

This time, Di Qingci's opponent is a very beautiful woman.

She exuded an imposing aura, her hair fluttering in the wind, dressed in a green robe, her eyes cold and aloof: "Li Yue."

"Emperor Qingci".

The two attacked simultaneously. The woman's sword aura swirled around her, as if a sword immortal had descended, and her sword strikes were as cold as falling frost.

Frosty Sword Dance!

Amidst the flashing sword shadows, it was as if countless frost flowers were dancing in the air, beautiful yet deadly.

Di Qingci flashed away.

Phantom Sword Flash!

Instantly, multiple phantoms appeared, each wielding a longsword and attacking from different directions.

Li Yue was instantly sent flying. Her expression turned even colder. She got up from the ground and left.

"This new disciple is amazing! He only needed one move to kill everyone. How come I didn't know someone this skilled before?"

"It seems this person is about to be accepted as a disciple by a powerful being; all the powerful beings are watching."

Seeing that Di Qingci was so powerful, Pei Jinshu's face became even more expressionless. She had also defeated her opponent in one move; it was time to see who would have the last laugh.

This time, Di Qingci drew number 34. Just as she stepped onto the stage, a stunningly handsome man strode over and said, "My name is Ming Ji."

"Emperor Qingci".

"Wow, this is going to be interesting! It's Ming Ji! And this woman's name seems to be Di Qingci. Do you think she can maintain her previous performance?"

"I doubt it. Mingji is a recognized genius, and he also has the Flaming Sun Spirit Body."

Countless eyes watched with anticipation, wondering whether the genius would emerge victorious or the unknown woman would achieve instant fame.

Mingji radiated intense heat, like a miniature sun.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze filled with confidence and domineering presence.