Even though Tang San did not currently intend to return to the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Xiao still personally guided him through the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method and the fundamentals of wielding the Clear Sky Hammer.
In Tang Xiao's eyes, reality would one day force Tang San to look back. When that time came, the Sect had to be ready to accept him without delay.
On the day the Trial Field opened, Tang Xiao led everyone into Soto City at dawn. He casually booked them into an inn; since the Trial Field covered the entire city, there was no need to stay anywhere near Spirit Hall.
When the appointed hour arrived, a golden pillar of light burst through the clouds and pierced the heavens. Every Spirit Master felt their soul tremble as a brand-new sense awakened within them — instinctively, they now knew how to enter the Trial Field.
Tang Xiao relaxed into a chair, still cradling Ah Yin. With a mere thought, spatial ripples wrapped around him, twisting the world out of shape.
His vision flickered.
He now stood inside a pure-white cubic chamber. Walls, floor, and ceiling glowed faintly, soft light bathing the space in warmth. There were no doors, no windows — and yet, surrounded by this gentle radiance, Tang Xiao felt a rare sense of security.
His first instinct, however, was Ah Yin.
When he realized she was still nestled in his arms — and still bound to him — Tang Xiao's heart surged with joy.
"Ah Yin, you can enter too!"
Green light pulsed excitedly along her branches, brighter than usual. Only after confirming her condition did Tang Xiao finally exhale, refocusing on the strange space.
A translucent screen materialized in the air before him. Rows of icons spread out neatly, each accompanied by short explanations.
He tapped Communication.
The interface shifted.
[Please enter opponent ID]
[Current online contacts: 0]
Tang Xiao sighed and switched to the Public Area.
Light surged — and the next instant, he stood in a vast plaza overflowing with figures. Tens of thousands of silhouettes crisscrossed the stone platform: human Spirit Masters chatting in small groups, and Spirit Beasts in beast form wandering freely.
What stunned him most was the atmosphere of enforced peace. Spirit power and mental strength were completely suppressed. Even as a Titled Douluo, he could only rely on his eyes.
At the plaza's heart towered a circular platform.
Tang Xiao searched the surroundings and finally opened the virtual interface again. The number at the top right showed over 260,000 participants — and climbing rapidly.
He wasn't surprised. With Spirit Masters, Sea Spirit Masters, and countless Spirit Beasts, the number made perfect sense. Just by sight, he counted more than twenty ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts lingering nearby.
After some exploring, he accidentally swiped right — and a new page appeared.
Three sections.
Points Mall.
Sacrifice Coin Counter.
Auction Countdown.
In the mall, cultivation techniques, spirit rings, and classified resources overflowed in neat categories.
In the coin counter, rows of elixirs appeared. Tang Xiao skimmed the names — Purple Essence Spirit Liquid, Soul-Nurturing Pill, Body-Forging Pill — along with several new brews such as Blood Cleansing Pill and Soul Condensing Pill.
They were useful… but mostly aimed at low-level cultivators.
Tang Xiao shook his head. Of course Boss Li wouldn't let someone like him scoop cheap benefits.
The auction page displayed golden text:
"First Trial Field Auction Begins in 4 Days, 23 Hours."
Below that, strict requirements shone ominously.
Titled Douluo only.
Others must verify one million sacrificial coins.
Matching rank: segment six or above.
Full projection broadcast.
Since nothing suited him, Tang Xiao closed the menu and studied the high platform again. Ten illuminated arenas shimmered, each occupied by a challenger — human and beast alike, some bearing mysterious scales.
He tapped the arena panel.
10 points per challenge.
Minimum requirement: Level 90, or matching tier six.
Win: receive a random jar.
Clear all ten arenas: challenge a mysterious opponent and earn a hidden reward.
"Even arena phantoms cost points…" Tang Xiao muttered.
Shaking his head, he returned to his private room and chose matching mode.
Two options appeared:
Free Matching
Genius Competition (under twenty-four, below Level 90, monthly rewards only)
He selected free matching.
A countdown began.
He set Ah Yin gently on the floor. "Wait here. I'll be right back."
Confidence swelled. The arena formed around him.
And instantly collapsed.
Standing across from him… was Di Tian.
Tang Xiao froze. His scalp prickled.
He frantically reviewed the rules. Opponents fluctuated within five spirit levels. Titles matched within one segment.
Level 97 vs Level 99.
Segment one vs Segment one.
All reasonable.
And yet he was obliterated in under twenty seconds.
Back in his room, chest aching faintly where Di Tian's claws had pierced through, Tang Xiao wiped at the cold sweat.
Damn it…
He scooped Ah Yin back into his arms and returned to the plaza. She circled him with bright green light, teasing him relentlessly until he helplessly retold his defeat.
"That doesn't count," he protested. "It was Di Tian! Losing to the Spirit Beast King is normal!"
Their argument gradually turned playful — golden-eyed dragons, demigods, impossible odds — laughter echoing softly around them. Passersby barely spared him a glance. To them, the potted plant he carried might easily house a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast.
Meanwhile, Di Tian casually swept ten straight victories.
Even so, upon returning to his room, he remained silent. Humans truly could not be underestimated. Across ten matches, every opponent had been real — and one was even a Level 99 Super Douluo radiating divine force.
She still lost.
Later, in the plaza, he challenged an arena phantom and chose, quite randomly, a plain white-robed swordsman.
The broadcast activated.
Thirty seconds passed.
Three strikes later, Di Tian's dragon body crashed to the ground — headless — while the white-robed figure never even moved from his spot.
Shock rippled through the Trial Field. Even those familiar with Di Tian's might felt their confidence crumble.
Soon afterward, all the top experts who knew Di Tian withdrew from the Trial Field and converged at the hotel.
Their conclusion only deepened the dread.
The white-robed swordsman hadn't reached godhood — yet he had already stepped onto the path of artistic conception, wielding wind as a cutting law, using less spirit power than Di Tian himself.
And that was terrifying.
Later, gathered at the Sacrificial Shop, the truth finally unfolded.
It wasn't true Divine Rule. Different Worlds called it many things — the nature of wind, the artistic conception of wind — merely a higher application of spirit power. Reaching it before Level 100 required phenomenally rare comprehension, or cultivation methods of the highest grade.
Talk shifted to the Divine Intent Pill: sixth-grade, capable of raising comprehension by thirty percent — and priced at 3.6 million sacrificial coins.
The excited mood cooled instantly.
For most, gambling their future wasn't worth it.
Only geniuses would dare.
And as for the arenas — no, not every phantom possessed artistic conception. Di Tian had simply chosen the strongest of the ten by sheer misfortune.
He fell silent.
So… his luck had truly been spectacular.
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