White Robe Immortal King

White Robe Immortal King . . .

Bai Wuya maintained a stony silence, as if he couldn't be bothered to entertain Deepflame's constant nitpicking. Deepflame seemed intent on finding faults in everything Bai Wuya said, and it was clear that their differing perspectives would lead to endless arguments. Both men understood that there was no need for such disputes; silently waiting for the outcome was the most sensible course of action.

Qin Wentian's eyes held a fierce determination that bordered on wild arrogance. Bai Wuya couldn't help but admire the young man's unwavering resolve. Despite his relatively low cultivation level at the first celestial phenomenon, Qin Wentian's affinity, perfection, and resistance to astral pressure were on par with Blackpeak and Que Tianyi, if not superior. What's more, he was considerably younger than his competitors. Even if he didn't emerge victorious, he had a ready-made excuse, and this single test couldn't possibly define their entire potential. These participants possessed extraordinary talents, and their future achievements on the path of immortality would not be easily determined by a single trial.

Que Tianyi was enveloped in a resplendent violet-golden light, and his icy domain continued to expand, indicating his ability to endure for an extended period.

Meanwhile, Blackpeak's crimson glow intensified as he controlled his constellation's devouring power. He utilized his bloodline strength as a substitute for astral energy, reducing his energy consumption as much as possible.

Qin Wentian's Sword Slaughter Constellation raged unabated, continuously unleashing devastating attacks. Although both he and Hua Taixu had the weakest cultivation bases among the remaining participants, the lava beasts they faced were also comparatively weaker. Qin Wentian's advantage lay in his five Yuanfus, granting him significantly larger energy reserves compared to others at his level.

Time flowed incessantly as the four participants pushed their limits, achieving an extraordinary degree of endurance. Blackpeak, shrouded in darkness, reached the brink of exhaustion. Observers recognized that he was nearing his limits.

Hua Taixu maintained his illusion-scape but noticed his illusion constellation trembling slightly.

Que Tianyi's violet-gold constellation radiated brightly, and an immense surge of power emanated from his body. Enveloped by a cold, pale moon, he seemed as if he were an embodiment of the lunar realm.

"Que Tianyi hasn't reached his limits yet," someone remarked. Suddenly, both Blackpeak and Hua Taixu exited the Myriad Incarnations Immortal King's illusion-scape simultaneously. As they stood on their respective peaks, they were astonished to find that two participants were still immersed in the trial. Blackpeak, who had been the first to ascend the ninth mountain peak, realized that victory was slipping away.

"Only two participants remain."

Qin Wentian and Que Tianyi stood as the sole survivors. This scene stirred countless hearts in the Royal Sacred Region. Once again, their world had produced a remarkable genius, one who shone brilliantly even when pitted against immortal realm prodigies.

"I'm certain the others have already reached their limits by now. However, I intend to show them just how long I can endure," Que Tianyi murmured in a hushed tone, his crescent moon constellation gleaming behind him as a frigid, destructive energy radiated outward. Lava monstrous beasts froze solid the moment they ventured into the boundaries of his constellation.

Qin Wentian, too, felt his energy reserves dwindling. He quietly chanted words under his breath, and delicate runic lights resembling candle flames began to dance around him. Initially feeble, with each recitation of his oracular chant, the once-weak flames grew brighter and more potent, incinerating any approaching beasts.

"What is this ability? Chanting an oracular verse has such an effect?" The onlookers were astounded. Qin Wentian's tenacity was truly remarkable. Could this ethereal white flame be a result of activating some sort of immortal art?

"What is that?" Even the supreme experts at the gathering were puzzled. The white flame enveloping Qin Wentian—was it the manifestation of energy from an immortal art?

Qin Wentian's body showed no signs of pulsating blood; instead, he exuded an aura of profound serenity. His entire being became solemn and composed. His constellation vanished, replaced by a multitude of Yuan Meteor Stones orbiting him, their energy being absorbed as runic lights twinkled. The luminance of the white flames alone deterred the lava beasts from approaching.

"The Myriad Incarnations Immortal King might know the nature of this ability," many experts turned their gaze toward the female immortal king.

"It could be a secret immortal art, very powerful," the female immortal king replied, her previously closed eyes now open. Although Qin Wentian was within her illusion-scape, she couldn't detect the pulsations of his bloodline. At this moment, no discernible sounds emanated from his body. Only the white flame and the explosive eruption of his bloodline power existed. Yet that shouldn't have been the case. Even the Myriad Incarnations Immortal King couldn't definitively identify the ability.

"This immortal art must have a remarkable origin. It's no wonder he can endure for so long," Deepflame mused. He glanced at Que Tianyi; these two participants were still persevering.

Time flowed on, an atmosphere of quiet enveloping the nine mountain peaks. Onlookers marveled at Qin Wentian and Que Tianyi's astonishing endurance. These two had outlasted everyone by a substantial margin.

"I believe it's time to bring this to a close," Que Tianyi contemplated. Then, he opened his eyes and addressed the illusion-scape, "I should be the number one by now, right? Senior, please clear a path for me to exit."

Even the immortal kings struggled to conceal their surprise. The female immortal king allowed Que Tianyi to exit the illusion-scape. A triumphant smile was forming on his face when he noticed that Qin Wentian was still inside the illusion-scape.

There was someone who had persevered even longer than him, though only one person had achieved this feat.

Que Tianyi's expression briefly soured, but he composed himself and remarked emotionlessly, "How unfortunate. I could have persisted longer, but I assumed I was the sole victor and didn't anticipate there would be another. I was careless."

However, Qin Wentian remained oblivious to Que Tianyi's thoughts. As Bai Wuya had surmised, Qin Wentian's determination was unwavering. Would he concede? Only if he were truly unable to continue.

And so, time passed—days turned into weeks, and still, Qin Wentian stood strong. His unwavering determination left even the Myriad Incarnations Immortal King with a sense of unease. A thought crossed her mind: Could this young man continue indefinitely if the test had no predetermined conclusion?

"Myriad Incarnations, let's bring this to a close. There's no need to prolong it any further," Deepflame suggested calmly. "It's a shame that Que Tianyi was careless. Otherwise, the outcome of this trial would still be uncertain."

"A victory is a victory, and a defeat is a defeat. Why was Que Tianyi deemed careless while this young man was not? You once claimed he lacked tempering, yet his resolve and will have proven to be unyielding. How do you explain that?" Bai Wuya interjected softly, his words causing Deepflame's aura to surge, overwhelming the surroundings with a palpable intensity. Though all present were immortal king-tier experts, they keenly felt the immense pressure. Deepflame, a war general under the Eastern Sage Great Emperor, displayed his formidable power, but Bai Wuya remained calm throughout, refusing to even glance at him.

Adhering to the realization that he had made an error, Deepflame eventually smiled, retracting his imposing presence. The tension dissipated, but Bai Wuya's demeanor remained unruffled from start to finish.

Finally, Qin Wentian emerged from the illusion-scape, and the Myriad Incarnations Immortal King's presence vanished. He gazed at his surroundings, a sense of triumph filling his heart. He knew he had endured the longest, emerging as the last to exit.

Dongsheng Ting approached Bai Wuya, saying, "Senior Bai, we now have only a hundred participants remaining. Could you oversee the next test to narrow it down to just nine?"

"Of course," Bai Wuya replied tersely. With that, his immortal sense extended, shrouding the nine mountain peaks.

Bai Wuya hovered in the air, exuding an overwhelming aura that weighed heavily on the hundred participants who had passed the previous trial. He issued a chilling proclamation, "Unlike the Myriad Incarnations Immortal King, my patience is limited. There are a hundred of you here, correct? I will begin eliminating participants until only nine remain. If you wish to avoid death, relinquish your place voluntarily. Don't waste my time."

The voice of the White Robe Immortal King, Bai Wuya, was so frigid that it sent shivers down the spines of all the participants. He intended to eliminate 91 out of the hundred, leaving only nine behind?

Que Tianyi himself was taken aback. In the next moment, Bai Wuya waved his hands, unleashing a terrifying melody that resounded in the ears of every participant. Qin Wentian felt his mind tremble violently, nearly shattering into pieces. His soul seemed to be torn apart, blood flowing from his throbbing eardrums.

On all nine peaks, every single participant coughed up blood, wracked by the agony of Bai Wuya's sonic assault.

"I will indeed do as I've said," declared Bai Wuya as he waved his hands once more, summoning lightning from the heavens. Fear gripped the participants as despair took root in their hearts.

Those who hadn't been part of the hundred observed the scene with wide eyes. Wasn't this person excessively ruthless? He intended to eliminate ninety-one participants, leaving only nine to pass. It was no longer a test; it was a brutal game of life and death. If you were fortunate, you survived; if not, you perished. Simple as that.

Qin Wentian quivered as the excruciating pain in his soul threatened to consume him.

Not only Qin Wentian, but Que Tianyi also felt the crushing effects of Bai Wuya's merciless trial. Their expressions twisted into masks of torment as they gazed up at Bai Wuya, who seemed determined to push them to their limits. This wasn't a test; it was a brutal slaughter, an unrelenting purge that would cease only when a mere nine participants remained. It didn't matter that Bai Wuya was a descendant of the Scarce Moon Immortal King; he harbored no intentions of showing mercy. The fate of the one hundred participants hung in a precarious balance, each step they took potentially their last.

"Perish!" Bai Wuya's hands swept through the air once more, and this time, a heart-wrenching wail echoed through the oppressive silence. The pitiful cry seemed to emphasize the cruelty of the situation, sending shivers down the spines of those who remained.

But Qin Wentian, the young man with unwavering determination, refused to surrender. He steeled his heart and recited an oracular chant, causing runic symbols to dance around him. The white candle-like flame burned with the fervor of life. Bai Wuya launched yet another assault, and this time, someone fell lifeless to the ground.

Qin Wentian's will remained unbroken, but the force of Bai Wuya's relentless attacks pushed him to his limits. His face grew pale, yet he refused to yield, fixing his gaze on Bai Wuya hovering in the air.

Then, a desperate cry pierced the air. "I give up!"

"I yield as well…" The voices of participants rang out in succession, surrendering to the torment. This experience proved far more cruel and merciless than any previous trial they had faced.

"Very well. You have chosen this path willingly. If you yield, you will live. But if you choose to persevere, then you must accept that the consequences are entirely your own burden," Bai Wuya's voice rang out, icy and unyielding. Even the immortal kings at the banquet were taken aback by the madness of his methods. It was the behavior of a true madman!