#2047 - piece

Jun Wuxie and the others walked towards the depths of the mountain range from its hillside.

Gradually, a range of mountains came into view.

In the very center stood a severed mountain peak, appearing as if it had been neatly sliced off from the middle.

On the fractured mountain body, one could see many runes of order, but they were without radiance, clearly in a state of dormancy.

"Husband, that is the arena for the final battle of the Heaven-Bestowed War," Jingya said softly beside Jun Wuxie.

"Mm, it seems everyone has arrived?"

Jun Wuxie's gaze swept across the dueling platform.

Surrounding the platform were many mountains of similar height.

Those mountains held a large number of figures.

The vast majority were crowds who had been brought here to witness the final battle and enjoy the spectacle.

The teams participating in the competition were located separately on several mountain peaks.

Their locations were sparsely populated, with only team members and high-level figures from the team's affiliated sect or family.

When Jun Wuxie and his group arrived, they naturally attracted the attention of those people.

From afar, pairs of eyes instantly turned towards them.

At this moment, Jun Wuxie saw familiar figures on a certain mountain peak.

It was Cangtian and Bafeng, while on another mountain peak were the bald monk Fanhai and the melancholic Qi Huang.

They were also staring at Jun Wuxie from a distance, their eyes filled with excitement, to the point that their expressions were somewhat difficult to control.

The people from Lanling Prefecture successively ascended an unoccupied mountain peak, waiting for the final battle to begin and watching the magnificent spectacle.

Jun Wuxie and the women beside him also casually chose a mountain top.

As soon as they ascended the mountain top, Cangtian, Bafeng, Fanhai, and Qi Huang could no longer restrain themselves.

The four of them left their respective positions almost simultaneously and came to the mountain where he was.

"Lord Jun, we have been hearing tales of your legendary deeds all these years.

Lord Jun is indeed Lord Jun, an invincible existence wherever you go!"

Bafeng stepped forward to salute, then raised his eyebrows and danced, his face full of excitement.

"It seems that I have no hope of catching up with you in this lifetime.

I originally thought that one day I could temporarily surpass you in realm and give you a good beating while I was stronger than you, fulfilling my long-held wish.

Now it seems there is no chance.

You are really a freak..."

Cangtian's expression was complicated, his heart always harboring a competitive spirit, always wanting to surpass him.

But the distance became farther and farther, the gap became larger and larger.

Now, he felt that he was no longer qualified to talk about surpassing him.

It was impossible in this lifetime.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, has been walking in a dream all his life, and it is not too late to awaken from the great dream today.

Lord Jun's might is divinely martial, and any talk of surpassing him in this world is nothing but absurd and ignorant.

The Buddha says: Do not deceive others, nor deceive yourself.

Good, good!"

Fanhai's features were handsome and refined, his face dignified, his bald head shining brightly, especially with a faint golden Buddha light flowing, from a slight distance, one might even think he had a large light bulb on his neck.

"May I ask, little master, is your skin itching, or do you need a bone loosening?"

Cangtian turned sideways, took a step forward, his posture quite aggressive, his eyes filled with divine light, staring at Fanhai.

"Amitabha."

Fanhai rolled his eyes, then quickly closed them, put his hands together and said: "Benefactor, do not be attached, let go of face, and you can become a Buddha on the spot."

Cangtian's facial muscles twitched violently a few times upon hearing this.

"Hahaha!"

Bafeng laughed loudly, mocking him on the spot: "Did you hear that, it's not me saying it, even the little master is saying it.

Will you die if you let go of face?

Always putting on airs, I don't know what high and mighty act you're putting on, like a big-tailed wolf."

"This fellow Daoist, I see that you seem to want to beat him up?"

Qi Huang looked at Bafeng, raised his eyebrows, "Why don't the three of us join forces to beat him up?"

"Hehe."

Bafeng was immediately excited when he heard this suggestion, and couldn't help but rub his fists.

"Bafeng, how dare you!"

Cangtian's face was ugly, and he glared at Bafeng.

This guy actually wanted to join forces with others to beat him up, outrageous!

"All of you be quiet, otherwise I will beat you all up."

Jun Wuxie was speechless, why did these four guys like to cause trouble so much?

This Cangtian guy was actually being targeted by people in a coalition, it seemed that his pretentious stinky face was indeed annoying.

Otherwise, Qi Huang and Fanhai would not want to beat him up as soon as they met.

However, the combined strength of these three would probably be at most a match for Cangtian, and it would be almost impossible to suppress him.

The few of them immediately fell silent, shrinking their necks in unison.

"Let's talk business, in this final competition, don't go up for the first few matches.

The rewards for the competition are rich, it would be a pity if you can't get into the top three.

I'll clear the obstacles first."

As Jun Wuxie spoke, he looked towards two certain mountain peaks.

On those two mountain peaks stood more than a dozen people each.

Among those people, half were team members of the final competition, all of them were strong individuals from other universes.

A glance swept over.

Jun Wuxie took in the realms of those people.

The members of the two teams from the outer universe were actually all in the Half-Step Heavenly God Realm.

It seemed that they had made rapid progress after obtaining the divine pills rewarded by the Heaven-Bestowed War.

Since the Heavenly God Realm requires comprehending the laws of the Heavenly God, no one could step into that level in a short period of time.

However, relying on the divine pills, they had all cultivated to the Half-Step Heavenly God Realm.

"This group of people is indeed not simple, they actually have traces of the aura of the True World on them.

It seems that they should be cultivators from a mid-level True Universe."

Jun Wuxie was a little surprised.

They were actually from the True Universe, which exceeded his expectations.

This world was pieced together from countless fragments of the universe.

Normally speaking, even if there were world rifts, they should be connected to other illusory universes.

He never thought that they would connect to certain True Universes.

The ten members of those two teams were all Half-Step Heavenly Gods, each of them a Half-Step Hundred-Life Myth.

The highest in the Divine Forbidden Domain had already reached the Second Heaven of the Hundred-Life Myth.

However, Jun Wuxie saw some problems.

Their bloodline potential seemed to have been over-stimulated.

In other words, at their current realm, they should not have stimulated the intensity of bloodline growth to this level.

Such behavior was tantamount to pulling up seedlings to help them grow.

In the short term, it seemed to be an amazing growth, with an extremely high Divine Forbidden Domain, able to reach the Hundred-Life Myth at a low realm, or even all the way to the Eternal Myth.

But the disadvantage was that it would affect the ultimate upper limit of the intensity of bloodline growth.

For example, a bloodline talent that could originally reach the Epoch Myth would eventually only reach the Myriad Ancient Myth.

They would be amazingly talented in the early stage of cultivation, but their talent would wither in the middle stage, and they would gradually be overtaken by other outstanding competitors.

"Brother Wuxie, there is a very special imprint in the bloodline of each of them.

Even if they are from the same universe, they are not from the same force, and their bloodlines are different.

However, deep in their bloodlines, the mysterious imprints are exactly the same.

There must be a problem behind this."

Seven-colored Hongmeng runes appeared in Yueyao's pupils, seeing the secrets inside those people's bodies.

Perhaps this was a secret that even they themselves did not know.

"Needless to say, it must be related to the True Ancestral Realm from which the plague originated.

It seems that their defense against me is not just that attack, but also leaving behind other backhands.

These people came to this world in the dark, and should have been guided by some kind of guidance that they themselves do not know.

The imprint in the bloodline must also be the work of the strong man from that Ancestral Realm.

Furthermore, the world of these people may have originated from that world.

Like the Dark Universe, each Dark Universe world is loyal to the Ancestor of Darkness, and follows the will of the Ancestor of Darkness."

Jun Wuxie secretly communicated with Yueyao using his divine sense.

It was about the game of the heavens, the eternal chess game, and there must be many methods in it.

It was just that he did not expect to encounter a few of the countless chess pieces laid out by the other party in this world pieced together from broken space.

On the road ahead, there would probably be countless chess pieces like this.

When he looked at those cultivators from the True Universe, those people were also looking at him.

Their eyes were quite presumptuous, full of provocation, and the killing intent in their eyes was not concealed at all.

Jun Wuxie withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at those people.

Although it was their first meeting, the strong killing intent those people had towards him did not surprise him.

Since they were just a small part of the countless chess pieces laid out by the chess player, the chess player would naturally make them have a murderous heart when they saw him.

This method was too simple for existences of the chess player's realm.

There was no need to control their minds and thoughts.

For example, the imprint left in the bloodline only needed to slightly open the dark door in their hearts, and they would become selfish and ruthless, and for competitors, who were also strong opponents, the more intolerant, the more they would have the heart to kill them quickly.

Everyone has a dark door in their hearts, closing off abyss-like desires.

If it is not controlled well, then it will be swallowed by the abyss, and sink in desire.