The previous round of matches had just concluded, and the fourth round had yet to begin.

Lu Yuan was immersed in contemplation of the concept of the Intent of Death—what exactly was it? However, as one of the ten most difficult Intents in the heavens and earth to cultivate, fully grasping it in a short period was impossible.

All living things die! Animals perish! Plants wither! Cultivators fall! Even the heavens will collapse into death, and the earth will be utterly annihilated! All things across myriad ages cannot escape the single character for 'death'; even entire epochs cannot evade it.

But what, in essence, is death itself? Most people from the Northern Territory cultivate the Five Intents of Life and Death, yet among so many heroes and unparalleled geniuses, none have claimed complete mastery over the Intents of Life and Death.

Setting aside Life for a moment and focusing only on the Five Intents of Death—even racking his brain offers no path to comprehending them.

In fact, he currently realized that the two major Intents, Life and Death, were the key to advancing his Five Paths.

He had now grasped Reincarnation and commanded its power.

Within Reincarnation lies the Reincarnation of Life and Death, and the Reincarnation of Time and Space.

If he could master Life and Death, he could grasp the Reincarnation of Life and Death! Secondly, Life and Death—this is the practice method for Yin and Yang, one Yin and one Yang within the Nine Yin and Nine Yang.

Once successfully cultivated, it constitutes one-ninth of the Yin-Yang cultivation.

Indeed, when he fought the man in white, the Void acted beyond his control and manifested the Wheel of Reincarnation.

That Wheel of Reincarnation absorbed the Five Energies imbued with the Five Intents of Death that the man in white had struck with, and then unfurled.

Lu Yuan raised his hand, and in the Void, the Wheel of Reincarnation appeared.

Originally ethereal and hazy, the Wheel of Life and Death Reincarnation now pulsed with a deep, inky blackness after absorbing the Intent of Death—a blackness so profound it seemed to be the sole color since the dawn of time, a blackness that persisted even after shattering countless epochs.

Lu Yuan probed into it with his divine sense.

The moment his consciousness entered, he felt his mind overwhelmed by a frenzy of slaughter.

How dark! What terrifying carnage! He seemed to witness all things flourishing in vibrant growth, only to see the flowers wilt later, the trees decay, people die, beauty fade to white bone, heroes crumble into dust.

Eons, endless time flowed by, and everything, whether possessing life or not, vanished swiftly, disappearing in a rush.

Lu Yuan suddenly struggled back, awakening from that boundless slaughter and abyssal darkness.

This time, he had comprehended a portion of the Five Intents of Death.

Essentially, by borrowing the power of the Wheel of Life and Death Reincarnation, he had grasped a sliver of what the man in white had grasped regarding the Intent of Death—an extremely small part of the Five Intents of Death.

This meant that he had instantaneously acquired a fraction of the decades of cultivation experience and insight the man in white possessed regarding the Intent of Death.

In total, the man in white only held a few centuries of experience regarding the Five Intents of Death.

Right, he now understood the secret to cultivating the Five Intents of Life and Death.

For the Five Intents of Death, normal cultivation, leveraging his innate talent in the Five Paths, would require a hundred years per intent—a very normal timeline.

Now, however, he could utilize the Wheel of Life and Death Reincarnation.

Provided he could locate someone in the ancient kingdoms of the Northern Territory who cultivated the Five Intents of Life and Death, he could use the Wheel to draw upon their power for rapid advancement.

This was indeed a method for acceleration.

With this realization dawning, Lu Yuan opened his eyes, truly looking forward to his next opponent, hoping it would be someone from the ancient kingdoms of the Northern Territory.

By this time, the fourth round of matches had already commenced.

The fourth round was a cull from one hundred fifty participants down to seventy-five.

At this stage, only one hundred fifty remained.

Every single one of these remaining competitors was guaranteed entry into the Central Heavenly Dynasty, but now it was a contest for ranking, as each aimed to join a superior faction, such as the Civilization.

With only one hundred fifty people left, the billions of spectators across the Four Territories debated fiercely over who among them was truly the strongest.

The four widely acknowledged leaders—Gu Qiushui, Xiao Fengxiong, Fu Ying, and Li Qiuhuan—were undisputed, but the fifth spot was highly contentious.

Once the affirmative debates concluded, the negative ones began.

Unquestionably, Lu Yuan was viewed by people from the Southern, Eastern, Western, and Northern Territories as extraordinarily lucky.

It seemed he had won every match by sheer chance, taking the longest time in each confrontation.

Such a person making it to the fourth round was attributed to good fortune, and most predicted he would lose his next fight.

In truth, those who actually observed Lu Yuan’s battles would not deem him weak.

However, in the previous rounds, the pairings were presented in batches of ten groups, and when ten groups were competing, most people watched the more popular duels, leaving someone like Lu Yuan attracting little attention.

Consequently, many assumed Lu Yuan had advanced purely by luck.

The fourth round began.

What kind of opponent awaited the lucky Lu Yuan? The fourth round featured seventy-five matches running concurrently, with three bouts taking place at once.

When it was Lu Yuan’s turn, he couldn’t help but be stunned.

Lu Yuan of the Southern Territory versus Mo Zihe of the Southern Territory.

This was entirely unexpected.

He had been anticipating facing someone from the Northern Territory wielding the Five Intents of Life and Death, not Mo Zihe.

Though surprising, it didn't matter; Mo Zihe, that buzzing insect, had been irritating his ears incessantly.

He didn't mind taking this opportunity to silence him once and for all.

Lu Yuan shrugged and entered the small arena.

This time, the venue was a low, small peak.

Was it even a peak? Still, it was inconsequential; he had trained the Five Intents on Mount Hua, and Mo Zihe had trained the Five Intents of Mount Jiuhua.

Both were long accustomed to mountainous environments, so the setting would hardly affect them.

Looking at his opponent, Mo Zihe was already perched high atop the peak, looking supremely smug. "Hahahaha! Lu Yuan, you never expected to face me, did you? This time, I, this young master, shall properly teach you a lesson!" Mo Zihe was utterly self-satisfied.

Setting aside the old grievances between their masters, he and Lu Yuan were inherently antagonistic; from the first moment he saw Lu Yuan, he found him intolerable.

If Lu Yuan had knelt down and licked his boots, he might have spared him.

Instead, Lu Yuan had repeatedly ignored him, and worse, in the last Southern Territory assessment, Lu Yuan had ranked above him! But what did ranking above him matter? Lord Nalan De, the Second Lord of the Great Yong Kingdom, disliked Lu Yuan and awarded all of Lu Yuan’s due rewards to him, allowing him to join the Thirty Genius Nurturing Program—how exhilarating! Furthermore, within the program, Lord Nalan De specifically cultivated him, pushing his arcane power to the early stages of the Seventh Level of the Great Dao Realm.

Since then, success had followed success.

Now, reaching the top one hundred fifty practically guaranteed his entry into the Central Heavenly Dynasty.

He had initially thought joining the Civilization might be difficult, but running into Lu Yuan now was an unexpected bonus.

Lu Yuan, you walked here through "good luck"...

and "chance." It’s a pity that all your "good luck"...

all your "chance"...

will now serve to fuel me, pushing me into the top seventy-five.

Perhaps it will even help me enter the Civilization rather than just a mere faction.

How thrilling! Mo Zihe felt a surge of heat throughout his body; it was too exhilarating! Mo Zihe managed to suppress the excitement coursing through him and threw back his head with a loud laugh: "Lu Yuan, your luck ends here! You are destined to lose to this Young Master.

You, a mere descendant of the Immortal Flower Peak, are destined to be my stepping stone, unable to advance a single step further!" Mo Zihe could sense a powerful surge coming; yes, after he defeated Lu Yuan, his spirits would soar.

Lu Yuan, you wretch, daring to ignore this Young Master! Do you realize how formidable I am now? Mo Zihe moved his hand, revealing his Spirit Weapon—a connected pair of twin blades, a Crane Spirit Blade, a Skyward Spirit Blade.

Wielding these two connected blades, his speed could reach its absolute limit. "Lu Yuan, wretch from the Immortal Flower Peak lineage, bring out your weapon! I will show you the vast gulf between you and this Young Master!" Lu Yuan hadn't even touched his own blades. "Wasting a Divine Weapon on a dog? That would sully my Divine Weapon.

I won't be using Spirit Weapons this time." Mo Zihe trembled with rage.

This wretch was about to die by his hands and still dared to be so arrogant! He decided he must kill Lu Yuan brutally, leaving him with absolutely no dignity, making him regret ever appearing in this world. "Wretch of the Immortal Flower Peak lineage, then receive your death blow!" Mo Zihe flicked his hand and unleashed the Ten King Blades! Instantly, the Blade of Fire Intent! The Blade of Thunder Intent! The Blade of Wind Intent! The Blade of Mountain Intent! The Blade of Fury Intent! The Blade of Rage Intent! The Blade of Flame Intent! The Blade of Blazing Intent! The Blade of Stone Intent! The Blade of King Intent! Ten Intents appeared in his hands—this was the secret technique of his Ten King Peak: the Ten King Blade Art! This Ten King Blade Art fixed ten specific Intents and allowed them to merge into a single, most violent and terrifying attack.

While this technique unleashed ten Intents, its power upon impact was said to rival fifteen Intents combined.

In an instant, his hands held what seemed like a supremely violent and terrifying explosive device, which he hurled toward Lu Yuan with a resounding crash.

What a ferocious attack! The Ten King Blade Art was truly formidable! In recent days, relying on his decent strength and pleasing appearance, Mo Zihe had attracted a following.

These spectators cheered for Mo Zihe on the water mirror projections.

Mo Ye Wang, the modern Sect Master of Mount Jiuhua, stroked his beard; his son, Mo Zihe, was indeed impressive.

His Ten King Blade Art already displayed seven-tenths of his own Daoist mastery.

Coupled with his Seventh Level Great Dao cultivation, blasting an opponent away should be utterly trivial.

After this match, his son would enter the top seventy-five.

If he could advance further into the top thirty-eight, entering the Civilization would bring immense honor to their lineage.

Mount Jiuhua had stood for many generations, yet not one had ever entered the Civilization.

His son, however, truly surpassed his predecessors.

Mo Ye Wang stroked his beard contentedly, then watched as Lu Yuan casually struck out a palm, which slammed into Mo Zihe, flattening him almost into a thin pancake! : If you enjoy this, please copy this address and send it to your friends.