Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Long Zhan's lips curled up in a smile, a sign of the excitement of seeing a worthy opponent.

"After this battle is over..." He looked at Long Aotian, "we should also head to the depths of the ancient road. In this era, we cannot let them dominate the scene alone."

In a corner of the secluded cultivation area, a woman dressed in a starry long dress stood quietly.

She had a beautiful and ethereal appearance, and seemed to be surrounded by the phantoms of stars.

No one knows her origins; all that is known is that she comes from the depths of the starry sea, shrouded in mystery.

At this moment, her eyes, which seemed to hold the stars, were fixed on the battlefield.

"Divine Forbidden..."

She murmured to herself, her voice as ethereal as starlight.

"To break through to a higher realm in battle, with one's Dao heart and fighting spirit reaching their peak... that's what makes it interesting."

The stars seemed to shimmer in her eyes, as if she were deducing something.

"The Great Dao of Chaos, the Great Dao of Battle... are all paths to heaven."

"It seems I won't be lonely in this life."

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips, a smile that showed interest in seeing something interesting.

In the starry battlefield, the two who stepped into the forbidden realm of gods had completely different auras.

The young warrior raised his black gold staff, pointing the tip at his opponent.

His dark golden pupils held only the cold flames of boundless fighting spirit.

The surrounding space silently twisted and collapsed.

Chu Changge held the knife in one hand, pointing diagonally downwards.

The lapis lazuli blade trembled slightly.

In the center of the starry battlefield, two figures moved once again.

The Little War Emperor was surrounded by a golden sea of ​​fire, releasing a battle intent that could shatter the heavens and the earth.

"The Seventy-Two Transformations of Battle: The Creation of Heaven!"

The stick falls.

When the stick fell, there was a sense of temporal and spatial distortion around us.

At the same instant, the Chaos Lotus Platform behind Chu Changge fully bloomed.

On the lotus platform, the blurry phantom of a deity opened its eyes, its gaze reflecting the primordial chaos and the separation of heaven and earth.

He absorbed all the chaotic energy with his Feathered Azure Gold Blade and then unleashed a slash!

The moment that strike was unleashed, it seemed as if a thousand mournful cries echoed.

The stick and the knife finally met.

The colors of gold and chaos exploded into a tidal wave of light that engulfed the starry sea, within which the Dao danced.

The Nine Stars Formation was on the verge of collapse.

Immortals danced in the air, and Dao patterns crumbled.

The rules of the Great Dao of War and the Great Dao of Chaos clashed wildly in every inch of space.

Golden battle patterns and gray Dao marks intertwined into a net, turning that star field into a state of chaos before creation.

This made it impossible for many people to see the battle situation clearly.

After a while, the destructive light began to subside, and people looked towards the center of the battlefield.

The Little War Emperor knelt on one knee in the void, his black gold staff thrust diagonally in front of him.

His body was soaked in blood, and the light in his dark golden pupils was dying out.

But he stubbornly refused to fall, staring intently at the other side.

Chu Changge stood leaning on his sword.

His gray clothes were torn, and a bloody hole, both front and back, was gushing blood from his chest. The chaotic energy around him dissipated and flowed away.

He was also looking at the other side.

The two looked at each other.

The Little War Emperor grinned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth: "That was satisfying... Let's fight again next time."

Chu Changge nodded, her voice weak but clear: "Okay!"

The moment the words left their mouths, both of them suddenly went limp and fell forward.

They all fainted.

This epic duel between the two ended in a draw, with both sides suffering heavy losses!

All the spectators held their breath, staring blankly at the two fallen figures on the battlefield, as if they were still immersed in the earth-shattering collision and unable to recover.

Three breaths later, a clamor erupted.

"A draw! It's a draw!"

"Both of them have reached the forbidden realms and fought to this extent...this is practically like an ancient myth!"

"That was amazing!"

"My life has been worthwhile..."

Excitement and awe surged and spread wildly among the crowd.

But amidst this fervor, some corners fell silent.

In the area of ​​independent cultivators, a young prodigy from a remote star region stood there blankly, his longsword trembling incessantly.

He was the most outstanding genius in his hometown in ten thousand years. He became a saint at a young age and was highly regarded by the entire clan.

He was full of vigor and high spirits all the way, and then he arrived at the ancient road.

But now, looking at those two figures on the battlefield, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"...What kind of prodigy am I?"

He muttered to himself in a hoarse voice.

A demon girl squatted on the ground next to him, burying her face in her knees.

She is a prodigy from a small clan in the demon realm, a bloodline awakener who has not appeared in her clan for ten thousand years.

Before coming to Gu Lu, the clan elder told her: You are a genius among ten thousand, the hope of our clan.

But now, looking at the two people on the battlefield and recalling Feng Xi's dazzling seven-colored divine phoenix aura, tears silently streamed down her face.

"Racial hope...Am I worthy?"

Such scenes are happening in many places.

Many of the most promising talents from all walks of life were deeply shaken after witnessing firsthand what a true young supreme being was.

It's like the top student from a small town getting into a top university, only to find that there are top students everywhere, and some of them are better than you in every way.

That kind of disparity is enough to shatter many people's confidence.

You may be the strongest prodigy on a planet, but in the Origin Realm and all other realms, there are countless such prodigies.

From the audience, Jiang Hao witnessed everything.

He remained calm.

He had seen this situation far too many times before. In his era, many prodigies viewed the Fighting Saint Venerable and others in this way, and the Fighting Saint Venerable and others viewed Jiang Hao in the same way.

However, the Fighting Saint and his group were more confident and had stronger mediation skills, so they did not collapse.

The gray-robed Daoist boy transmitted his voice, saying, "Those little fellows of the Great Emperor's are about to have their Dao hearts collapse."

Jiang Hao said calmly, "The fact that it collapsed means we shouldn't have taken this path in the first place."

His gaze swept over the distraught young cultivators.

"Only one person in a lifetime can attain enlightenment; this path is a narrow bridge that only one person among billions of living beings can reach the top."

"Talent, opportunity, perseverance, temperament, and luck are all indispensable."

"And the most important of all the conditions is an invincible mind. You have to believe that you can win, dare to fight, dare to grab, and dare to overturn the table in desperate situations."

"If you start to doubt yourself when you see others being stronger, then you should go home as soon as possible. There will be plenty of setbacks like this along the way."

His tone was calm, yet it revealed the cruelty of the imperial path.

A true prodigy may be defeated, injured, or even on the verge of death, but his Dao heart must not crumble.

Instead of doubting yourself, you should go back to farming.

This is the melody of this world.

Heavenly Venerable, ancient emperors were always forged through battle.

At this moment, the three veteran Great Sages on the central high platform had already protected the unconscious Little War Emperor and Chu Changge, preparing to take them down to heal their wounds.

A great sage proclaimed in a loud voice: "The outcome of this battle is already decided..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because everyone saw a gray figure appear in the center of the battlefield at some unknown time.

It was an old man in a gray robe, with an ordinary appearance and a weak aura, like a rogue cultivator whose lifespan was nearing its end.

He just stood there casually, and the protective divine light erected by the three Great Sages seemed to be non-existent, failing to hinder him in the slightest.

"Who are you?!"

A great sage shouted warily, while simultaneously extending his divine sense.

Then his divine sense disappeared without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Not only him, but all the Great Saints and Quasi-Emperors present did the same; their divine senses vanished silently when they touched the gray-robed old man's body within three feet.

It was as if that place were an abyss that swallowed everything.

The entire room fell silent once again.

Everyone stared at the old man who had suddenly appeared, wondering what he was going to do.

Bai Mei Zhenren, Feng Xi, and the others stared blankly, wondering what the old man was up to.

Long Aotian was shocked, his mouth agape in astonishment. "What's this old man trying to do? Is he crazy and trying to kidnap someone to extort money from the Dao Inquiry Sect and the Fighting Saint Ape Clan?"

He thought the old man had gone mad. With so many Great Sages and several Quasi-Emperors around, how could he do such a thing? He should at least do it secretly.

Long Aotian felt that the old man was unprofessional and not as good as him at all.