Immortal of the Nine Realms

As Saint Long made his move, Fang Chen couldn’t resist in the slightest. His surroundings blurred for a moment. The next moment, he found himself standing atop a high platform shrouded in clouds and mist.

Figures bustled about this space. One silhouette after another, all seemingly possessing unfathomable methods, stood quietly gazing down at him.

Fang Chen activated his Primordial Immortal Eyes, his greyish-white eyes sweeping across the gathered crowd as he cautiously sized up the surrounding situation. Seeing that Fang Lie and Saint Wandao were both present, a sense of relief gradually settled over his heart.

Fang Lie spoke up with a smile. ”Fang Chen, why haven’t you paid your respects to Saint Long?”

Fang Chen’s expression stirred. ”Saint Long?”

He immediately bowed toward Saint Long, who possessed blood-red horns atop his head.

A smile lingered on the corners of Saint Long’s mouth. ”I noticed that when you faced the divine ability user of the God Race, you hadn’t gone all out.”

”Saint Long is right. Brat, you really didn’t seem to bring forth your full power. That God Race divine ability user, Dai Congyun, was far inferior to you. For a tiny, weak race to produce a King like yourself, their luck is truly enviable. The Saints of your race had better watch over you carefully in the future, lest you perish halfway through your path.”

The various Saints were also quite concerned with this question. Just like Saint Long, they could tell that Fang Chen had never unleashed his full strength. They were curious where his limit was.

Naturally, they were merely curious, that’s all. They didn’t really care about a King born from a weak race. No matter how brilliant he was, it was nothing more than a flash in the pan. It was simply a matter of coincidence that Saint Long happened to find this child interesting, so they naturally wouldn’t be stingy with their praise either.

”I truly gave it my all. Had Brother Dai been any stronger, I would have had to burn my lifespan, and I would’ve lost more than I gained,” said Fang Chen with cupped hands.

Saint Long smiled slightly. He had no intention of prying deeper. He proceeded to lead the Saints back to watching the remaining few matches.

Fang Chen naturally walked over to stand beside Fang Lie, receiving looks of deep gratification from Saint Wandao and the others.

Right at that moment, a voice echoed in Fang Chen’s ear.

”Brother, care to make a friend?”

Fang Chen’s gaze shifted, scanning back and forth a few times before ultimately landing upon Lang Daochun.

Aside from his skin color, Lang Daochun looked exactly the same as he was in the Nine Realms era. His round, chubby face perpetually carried a cheeky smile.

Fang Chen nodded with a smile. ”Sure.”

Lang Daochun instantly sent another voice transmission, ”Once the Saint Tower Battle is over, I’m going to head over to your human race’s territory to hang out. You better play host and show me around when the time comes.”

”Deal. I’ll even call upon another friend so we can welcome you together.”

”Then it’s a promise.”

Following that, the remaining matches drew to a close. One after another, the first-place winners of each respective rank were brought to this very platform by Saint Long. From the Three Foundation Realms all the way to the Nine Transformations, including the Three Limit Breaking Steps, a total of fifteen champions were crowned.

Aside from Fang Chen, every single one of the remaining winners belonged to the God Race.

The Southern God Race Saint could not suppress a chuckle as he mocked. ”Just a hair’s breadth away. You were just a hair’s breadth away from achieving a total grand slam. It’s a pity that the rewards this time around still won’t be enough to make up for the slave soldiers you lost to me in our wager.”

The God Race Saint replied indifferently, ”They are merely slave soldiers. No matter how many we lose to you, my race will simply claim that many back later. It is of no consequence. On the contrary, a powerful expert from a weak race emerging in the Saint Tower Battle is something our God Realm should rejoice over. The more geniuses like him appear, the more prosperous our God Realm will become. This is truly an event worthy of grand celebration. What does a minor loss to the God Race even amount to in comparison?”

”The God Race is truly magnanimous!”

Quite a few Saints who held good relations with the God Race spoke up in succession to praise him. This single statement alone perfectly illustrated the God Race’s attitude toward the different races of the God Realm. They stood upon a far higher dimension, concerning themselves with the collective destiny and fortune of the entire God Realm, rather than the petty gains of a single race, a single flower, or a single blade of grass.

The Southern God Race Saint maintained his smile, yet he did not open his mouth to refute the statement. At a moment like that, no matter what he said would only land him at a disadvantage. Remaining silent was the only correct choice.

The God Race Saint bowed respectfully toward Saint Long. ”Saint Long, I wonder if the other nine Saint Tower Battles have also concluded?”

Fang Chen continued to maintain a low profile, standing quietly beside Fang Lie. However, from just a moment ago, he had been subtly trying to gauge the difference in strength among these gathered Saints. Unfortunately, his cultivation level was far too low. To his perception, the collective aura of the Saints present was like a ten-thousand-foot abyss. There wasn’t a single one he could see through.

Fang Chen contemplated. The fact that a Saint of the God Race is this deferential and respectful when facing Saint Long shouldn’t just be due to a disparity in status. There ought to be a distinct gap in their actual cultivation levels as well.

”Let me take a look,” Saint Long replied to the God Race Saint.

Immediately after, a flowing cascade of brilliant, vibrant colors seemed to flash and vanish across his pupils. A few breaths later, he nodded with a smile. ”The other nine Saint Tower Battles have also concluded. Among them, the God Race has managed to take every first place in three arenas.”

”Three!”

The expressions of the various Saints shifted slightly. Soon after, the Saints of the clans allied with the God Race stepped forward to offer their congratulations. To Fang Chen, although the remaining Saints were smiling as they offered their compliments, they clearly felt uncomfortable deep down in their hearts.

”Next shall be the bestowal of rewards. I have a vast array of treasures gathered here. Aside from the individual rewards for the fifteen of you, according to the established rules, the races standing behind you will also receive bountiful gifts,” said Saint Long with a faint smile.

The Human Saints went blank for a brief moment, looks of pleasant surprise surfacing in all of their eyes.

The God Race Saint added with a mild smile, ”Since no one from your Human Race has ever secured a first-place title before, it is only natural that you were unaware of this inside information. Taking first place in the Saint Tower Battle can be considered a significant, transformative stroke of fortune for your entire race.”

Saint Wandao and the others exchanged glances, their eyes welling with curiosity and delight. The Saint Tower Battle had indeed existed for countless millennia, but who from their race had ever managed to take first place in the past? Merely breaking into the top one hundred thousand was already considered an exceptional achievement.

”Ordinarily, the moment the Saint Tower Battle concluded, they would immediately go back to tending to their own affairs. They would never have the opportunity to appear in a space like this, let alone cross paths with the Saints of the supreme races. Naturally, they had no way of knowing that the race itself would receive additional rewards alongside the competitor.”

As Saint Long finished speaking, he waved his expansive sleeve. Instantly, countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures spiraled out from within, each encapsulated by a transparent bubble as they floated serenely in the airspace above everyone’s heads.

These were the rewards designated for the competitors. To the Saints, these items weren’t considered excessively valuable. It was akin to an elder casually pulling out an item they didn’t particularly care about to bestow upon a member of the younger generation.

Saint Long said, ”Go ahead and choose for yourselves. Each person may select one item.”

Fang Chen’s gaze immediately locked onto a Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng. However, the moment he stepped forward to claim it, another individual moved at roughly the same speed, also reaching out for the very same Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng.

”Step aside.”

The opponent cast a cold, indifferent glance at Fang Chen. It was the first-place winner of the fifth transformation bracket, hailing from the God Race. His cultivation was a full realm lower than Fang Chen’s, yet the look he directed at Fang Chen at this moment was like a deity looking down upon a mere insect. The sheer contempt and disdain in his eyes practically overflowed.

”There is no need to squabble over it. The treasures rewarded by Saint Long do not consist of merely a single copy of each item. Since both of you desire the Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng, we can simply have Saint Long produce another one,” remarked the God Race Saint with a faint smile.