Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 762: Arrogant First, Humble Later; The Top Hundred Battle!

The words of Hun Qianxue and Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan were overheard by everyone around them.

It was no wonder Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan was so smug; Cangyue City, which he governed, had produced a Heaven-Grade seed. A genuine Genius, his mastery of the “Myriad Dao Transformations” technique had reached Perfection, making him virtually matchless within the same Realm.

This Prodigy had caught the attention of many major figures, but Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan had advised him to keep a low profile and wait for the right moment to truly soar to greatness.

This Law Conference was the perfect opportunity. If he performed well, not only could he catch the eye of Elder Meng of the Great Dao Association, but he might even enter the sight of the Holy Lord Jiuxuan.

Elder Meng sat behind the Blue Jade Desk, remaining silent from beginning to end.

In this Law Conference, there were not many people he paid attention to.

Even though Prodigies gathered here, each one a top-tier talent of the Shenghui Domain, the Great Dao Association preferred quality over quantity.

Only the top-tier Prodigies of the current age could join.

The “current age” here did not refer to a single city or province, but the entire Eternal Continent with its Three Thousand Great Domains.

The Great Dao Association’s slots for newcomers were limited. He was in charge of the Jiuxuan Prefecture area, and sometimes, even in a thousand years, not a single person would earn a slot from him.

However, Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan’s words were somewhat too dismissive of Han Xuanji.

Wang Chong, who had kept his eyes closed all this time, slowly opened them and spoke indifferently:

“City Lord Jiang’s words are somewhat biased. I happen to know that there is a fierce general in Qianhun City whose outstanding talent and steady Heart-Nature might not necessarily be inferior to a Heaven-Grade seed.”

Hearing this, Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan was initially a bit displeased, but when he saw that it was Wang Chong speaking, his anger instantly dissipated.

This person was no ordinary figure.

Aside from Elder Meng, Wang Chong held the highest status here. He came from a Holy Dynasty, and his strength was that of a top-tier powerhouse who was not inferior to Elder Meng.

But why would he speak up for Hun Qianxue?

That Divine Son of Dasheng was determined to participate in the Law Conference here. Could there be some other secret?

Having lived for countless years, Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan was a shrewd man. He quickly sensed that something was amiss and immediately changed his tune:

“Senior Wang is correct. Qianhun City is indeed a land of outstanding people, and there have been cases of lower-ranked seeds making counterattacks in previous years.”

Seeing Deputy City Lord Jiang Boyuan’s shift from arrogant to humble, Hun Qianxue smiled inwardly.

He hadn’t expected this lord to speak up for him. Hun Qianxue thought to himself that he shouldn’t even know this man.

After thinking it over, Hun Qianxue could only attribute this credit to Han Xuanji.

Those with great Luck could generally make connections with Seniors. Could this person and Han Xuanji be old acquaintances?

However, he didn’t dare to rashly go forward and ask. Perhaps the man simply found them too talkative.

The few of them stopped talking and cast their gazes toward the massive light screen in the sky. Mystic light flowed within the screen as the scenes slowly unfolded.

The first battle of the top hundred Prodigies had begun! Within the mirror, time and space seemed to shift. None of those who could reach this step were weak.

Each person’s name shone brightly on the topmost light screen, preceded by their place of origin.

When the time came, the names of the losers would vanish. The weakest people on the platform were at the level of Eternal True Gods. With their Divine Senses spread out, they could capture every single scene.

Hun Qianxue also searched for Han Xuanji’s figure among the numerous scenes.

Upon reaching the top 128, Earth-Grade seeds could also be matched against each other. Sometimes, the Luck of the draw was quite crucial.

Encountering a weaker opponent not only made it easier to win but also resulted in fewer injuries, allowing one to face the next round’s opponent in a better state.

…

The scene before Han Xuanji’s eyes changed rapidly. Streams of light flew past him, and the ground beneath his feet folded and reorganized like crumpled paper.

By the time he stabilized his posture, he was already in an unfamiliar world.

This was a wasteland.

Looking around, the ground was cracked and barren. The grayish-brown soil looked as if it had been scorched by raging flames, emitting a decaying scent.

The sky was cloudless, and neither the sun, moon, nor stars could be seen. The Spiritual Qi in the air was thin, much worse than in the outside world. Han Xuanji took a deep breath, sensing the rules of this world.

As a world within the yingtian mirror, its rules naturally could not be as perfect as those of the outside world.

Although the Great Dao Association possessed immense Divine Abilities, it was impossible for them to create a complete world out of nothing.

The rules here were much looser than those of the Eternal Continent, and the suppression on Cultivators was also much smaller, though still far more robust than the state of Chaos.

“This is actually a good thing for me.”

Han Xuanji thought to himself.

Without the suppression of the Heaven and Earth Great Dao, his utilization of various Dao principles and powers would be much more natural and proficient.

This environment was undoubtedly a boon for Cultivators who excelled in the Way of Laws.

It was likely intentional on the part of the Great Dao Association. With the methods of an Eternal Saint, creating a world with even stronger rules shouldn’t be difficult.

He looked up into the distance, his gaze sweeping across the wasteland.

He had already learned about the rules of the yingtian mirror beforehand.

Upon entering the mirror world, contestants would be randomly deployed to different locations, with distances ranging from thousands to tens of thousands of miles.

The two would need to find each other in this world and then decide the victor.

The world was not overly vast, spanning tens of thousands of miles. For an Eternal Dao Lord level Cultivator, this distance might be considered quite far in the outside world, requiring several days of full-speed travel.

But in this mirror world, the restraint of rules was weak, and speed would be greatly enhanced. It probably wouldn’t take long to cross.

Just as Han Xuanji was about to move, he suddenly frowned.

An aura was rapidly approaching.

Its speed was extremely fast, much faster than he had anticipated. That aura was filled with aggression and pressure, completely unconcealed, like a fierce beast pouncing on its prey.

The opponent was extremely fast and highly confident in their own strength.

In the next second, Han Xuanji shifted, his entire body turning into an afterimage as he vanished from the spot.

Almost the very instant he left—

Boom!

A terrifying pillar of light descended from the heavens, crashing violently toward the spot where he had just been standing.

The pillar of light was incredibly thick, emitting a heavy aura throughout, and the power of the Five Elements could be faintly felt violently circulating within.

Five-colored light intertwined and wrapped around, like a roaring Dragon, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.

The moment the pillar of light hit the ground, the earth shook violently, as if the entire continent was about to be directly sunk.

Debris splattered and dust filled the air. A massive crater appeared on the wasteland, its walls as smooth as a mirror, with remnants of five-colored light slowly dissipating along the edges.

No martial ethics, a sneak attack!

Han Xuanji landed on a high slope. His gaze pierced through the flying dust, quickly locking onto the position of the attacker.

On a higher hill ahead of him, a figure slowly retracted his palm.

The person looked to be in his early twenties, tall and robust, wearing a set of black martial attire. A crescent moon was embroidered on his chest, gleaming faintly under the gray sky.

His features were rugged, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a high-bridged nose. A five-colored vortex of Qi was slowly spinning in his palm, continuously drawing in the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

Eternal Dao Lord Perfection.

Without needing the System, Han Xuanji saw through the opponent’s Realm at a single glance.

“He has the exact same cultivation level as me…”