"Youngest" Primal Ancestor

Inside the dungeon was a massive dark-gray spiral tower in the middle of the real which spanned billions of miles.

A red light shot up from the sky at the very top of the spiral tower.

Most of the geniuses have already rushed towards the tower. Many of them however got into battles or were interrupted by powerful beasts.

Many of the audience liked to talk about who would finish first.

"Who do you think would get there first? I think it might be that young man seems very promising," asked the Emperor as he pointed his finger to a young, gray-haired man blessed in blue robes. He was riding a massive wave that was ten-thousand-meters tall.

The young man was the closest to the spire as he was only a few million miles away. His massive wave travelled at great speed as it demolished everything that dares to block its path.

An old dark-gray haired elder clad in loose dark blue robes smirked at the Emperor's comment. But that did not last long as his mouth started twitching as he heard someone rambling beside him.

"Hahahaha! My daughter will obviously win! Don't underestimate our Sacred Spring World's young prodigy!" bragged a jade-robed middle-aged man.

At the Dungeon was a bright-green-eyed woman with a cheerful smile on her face. Her jade robes blew in the direction of the wind along with her white hair.

She summoned a towering bamboo millions of miles tall as she lifted it with one hand, proceeding to run towards the giant spire with each step of hers spanning tens of thousands of miles.

She then did a pole vault with her giant bamboo, rocketing forward millions of miles instantly!

"She is indeed impressive, but that young'un there seems to be a dark horse of this tourbament. He utilizes his physique in a rather interesting manner," said a white-robed elder emanating a dignified aura as he pointed to a very fat gray-robed man.

This fatty was absolutely domineering - he was rolled up to a ball-position as he rolled over like a massive ball, squashing cultivators and beasts with his massive body as he headed towards the spire at an astonishing speed!

The audience took notice of him. One man pointed out, "That fatso over there! How wild! He's demolishing everything!"

A woman pouted as she said, "How can that ugly fatty be so strong? Hmph! My Li Bojing will never lose! What he's doing is just a cheap ripoff of him!"

Meanwhile, at the very edge of the realm was a meditating young man. He wore red robes and long white hair that flowed down to his hips. His whole face was obscured by a plain black mask with only 2 holes for the eyes.

He was surrounded by extremely dense killing intent. At this moment, he unleashed a terrifying aura as he unsheathed a sharp, black sword.

His sword had the very essence of death itself! This was the Perfected Dao of Death - at this moment it seemed like he was Death itself!

Everyone was absolutely shocked at this. The Emperor shouted in shock, "...Th-this! A young man is already a Primal Ancestor?! How did we not know of this?!"

A thin white-haired man wearing loose gray robes down the Emperor's throne said, "Hahaha. That's my son. He will surely surpass me. He should be the youngest Primal Ancestor in history. He's only 33 years old."

The jade-robed middle-aged man's face who was recently laughing had a sour look on his face.

"You old schemer! How did you get him to reach that realm at such a young age?!" the man said.

The audience was also absolutely shocked at this.

One young man pointed out, "This! He's the youngest Primal Ancestor! Would this mean he will be called... Primal Ancestor Blacksun?"

The other participants and four great prodigies were also shocked beyond belief.

They looked towards the source of the aura, their eyes widening even more. They couldn't believe it.

The jade-robed girl said, "Aaaaa! How will I win when that guy is here?!"

A red-haired man clad in black robes said, "To think he's already surpassed us by this much..."

Zhou Fengren snorted as he said, "What youngest primal ancestor? So boring! Utter trash! My disciple Tian Xiang will reach the Nine Heavenly Pillars before 20!"

Tian Xiang's eyes brightened, "I want to fight him!"

Zhou Fengren said, "Ah, whatever! Don't bother. Trash Dao of Death! Your Sword Dao will illuminate the myriad realms. No need to bother with such garbage."

The masked man who was called Blacksun unleashed his Perfected Dao of Death as he chopped his sword at the air, causing a massive split on the ground hundreds of thousands wide reaching just before the spire.

Death hit all that was in the sword's path. Beasts, geniuses - all died before this one sword strike.

Tens of participants died all at once. They stood no chance against this. Some few geniuses managed to react fast enough and move out of the way.

There was an intense pressure on the dungeon that would suppress the participants, rendering them unable to use their full power.

Yet, at this moment the domineering Blacksun was completely unaffected by this pressure. He is the strongest participant in this arena right now!

At this moment, Blacksun took one step and instantly appeared before the black spire. He entered it and a few minutes later, a red light shot up from it indicating that he has passed the first round.

The Yellow Dragon Emperor smiled at this as he said, "Hehehe. Truly interesting! This time, we truly have the most outstanding geniuses in the history of the Five Worlds Tournament!"

The old dark-gray haired elder's expression turned even more sour.

"Hahahaha! Old man, looks like we were wrong! How surprising," said the jade-robed man.

The white-robed elder sitting below the Emperor only shook his head as he thought, 'He is not the strongest here. My intuition and heavenly eyes tell me there is something else... something on par with the Eyes of the Sage that I have! And it's him...'