Qin Ming was somewhat surprised. Right at the outset, the Golden Board had called his name and specifically told him to prepare. It seemed it hoped that when the crucial moment arrived, his blade would strike with absolute lethality.
The totem faction knew little about Taiyi, but on Yujing's side, matters were entirely different. The moment people heard Taiyi was on the scene, a commotion broke out. Countless pairs of eyes shone with divine beams, scanning the crowd to find him.
Back then, when sword-dueling platforms hung aloft across the nine heavens, Taiyi had claimed the very top of the rankings. How could he not draw intense attention?
Over the past two years and more, who knew how many had searched high and low, trying to dig up Taiyi and "One Sword" root and branch? Yet all had failed in the end, leaving the matter unresolved.
Now, hearing the name Taiyi once again stirred people's memories. On the sword-dueling platforms of the past, he had been a fierce powerhouse capable of suppressing champions from every path. Just who was he beneath the guise?
Clad in black-gold armor that gleamed with a cold metallic luster from head to toe, Qin Ming stepped forth from the Mountain and Sea domain in silence, his tread firm and steady.
Countless gazes fixed upon him, all tinged with an inquisitive edge. Many of those stares were so piercing they felt almost tangible, wishing they could step forward and tear away the visor shielding his face.
Yet the Golden Board radiated golden mist, and its chains of law ran through the void, firmly maintaining order within the Mountain and Sea domain. No one dared flout the rules lightly.
Even across the divide in the totem camp, many creatures cast their eyes toward him.
The Golden Board called names across different levels, from ancient eccentrics to youthful champions; most were renowned figures.
The totem faction was also selecting combatants. Those creatures were exceedingly bizarre, some appearing lethal at a single glance, and legendary species even stepped onto the stage.
More and more figures emerged, each with an illustrious background.
The atmosphere grew tense, yet both supreme civilizations exercised restraint. Given a choice, neither wished to flip the table and immediately plunge into a fight to the death at the highest tier.
There were consequences that neither side could afford to bear.
A supreme confrontation could not be provoked lightly.
Deep within the night mist world, scarlet eyes had perhaps already cracked open, gazing in this direction. If an easy advantage could be reaped, they would undoubtedly descend into the arena when the time was right.
Within the Mountain and Sea domain, some looked on with heavy hearts, while a faction of hotheads felt thoroughly stifled by the day's stalemate.
"This totem civilization is truly accustomed to tyranny. They seized our territory, barged right into our home, and still dare to act so tough! I'd love nothing more than to smash clean through them!"
"No rush. Sooner or later, we'll settle accounts with them."
The current standoff brought to mind past events recorded in ancient texts.
In antiquity, a supreme Earth Immortal dynasty had faced provocations from a third-rate demon kingdom along its border. In the end, they had expelled and pursued the invaders using only stones and iron cudgels—never mind unleashing realm-guarding lethal treasures, they had not even deployed standard-issue weapons.
All because scarlet eyes had watched from the depths of the night mist world, hoping to ignite chaos along the Earth Immortal dynasty's borders to wear it down through attrition and await an opportune moment to strike.
"Is there someone backing you?" the Golden Board's voice resonated.
Held aloft by the phantoms of one hundred and eight Heavenly Gods, the majestic black mountain loomed high above, exuding a heavy, suffocating pressure.
Hearing the Golden Board's words, the experts of both camps were taken aback. Could this truly be a repetition of that ancient history?
The Totem Sacred Mountain replied, "You overthink things. We are no secondary civilization; we stand among the supreme ranks just the same. Who could possibly stand behind us?"
The Golden Board continued calling names. Such an occasion was not a stage for a single solo performer; at most, someone was needed to anchor the line. The two camps primarily wanted to assess each other's mettle and foundation across every domain.
A supreme civilization required peerless powerhouses to suppress the contemporary era, a solid backbone ready to rise, and a flourishing generation brimming with vitality. Lacking any of these links, it could not be considered strong or sustainable.
Today, both sides were probing each other comprehensively, taking each other's measure. They were contesting not just the immediate present, but the distant future.
The deadly contests of the older generation decided who dominated the present era.
A triumph among the middle and younger generations secured the future; a decisive victory would make the rival understand that if they ever sought a supreme showdown down the line, they would still suffer a crushing defeat.
Thus, the Golden Board intended to go all out to crush the opponent's overbearing arrogance, unleashing Taiyi—a humanoid killing machine whose full capabilities it knew well.
In addition, core disciples of Yujing stepped forward.
When Xie Xiyan and Wei Shouzhen walked out, no one was surprised. After all, their status was nearly transcendent, and they had already begun receiving Yujing's supreme heritage.
Yet who was Qian Cheng? Most people were completely in the dark; only a select few recognized him.
When Tang Yushang's name was called, whispers rippled through the crowd. Rumor had it that the direct lineage of the Tai Ruins descended from the Lord of Yujing, making their clan one of the orthodox lines.
Jin Puti, Xiao Jinye, Pei Qingwu... A succession of familiar names reached Qin Ming's ears, similarly drawing countless glances as onlookers searched for their figures.
A few furrowed their brows, silently suspecting that this so-called "friendly exchange" meant to prevent misjudgments was merely an appetizer. In the end, a local war would almost certainly break out.
Primarily, the Golden Board still wished to fight. Having had its territory occupied, how could it establish its authority without a decisive display of force? Otherwise, the supreme hunters lurking in the deepest reaches of the night mist world might look upon them with contempt and eventually be tempted to join the fray.
What had to be avoided would be avoided, but what had to be fought would still be fought.
As for the barbarian gods who had successfully invaded, they wished to prevent that outcome. After all, they had suffered no losses so far and hoped to intimidate their opponents into standing down.
The two camps confronted each other. In front of the magnificent immortal pavilion and lustrous jade palace, intricate patterns spread across the open ground like a carpet refined from the pelts of superior aberrations, unfurling rapidly.
Only a handful of ancient eccentrics could fly with their physical bodies; the others could not, needing to keep their feet firmly planted on the ground.
When the true totems entered the field, a primordial aura washed over the crowd, accompanied by solemn sacrificial chants. They boasted formidable backgrounds, worshipped upon altars by countless tribes across distant lands.
Some commanded primitive powers of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, as well as the divine might of extreme yin and extreme yang. Though their style appeared barbaric, their strength was undeniably potent; otherwise, how could Heavenly Gods have arisen among them?
Other totem gods had evolved with the times, mastering the art of bewitching minds, invading and parasitizing other civilizations to draw nourishment, their depths long since unfathomable.
Their physical forms varied drastically. There were gods shaped like colossal beasts, as well as totems resembling wreaths of flame. Their existence had originally sprung from the primal worship of the ancients.
In the era of drinking blood and devouring raw meat, destructive colossal beasts had frequently become totems, the power they drew stemming primarily from the fear ancient mortals held toward them.
With that foundation laid, colossal beasts remained a crucial branch of the totem system even in later generations.
Some totems even actively underwent "beastification."
For instance, among the group of seventh-realm totems, there stood a giant rat, sturdier than a mammoth, enveloped by seven blood-colored divine halos.
This signaled that even within the immortal path system, he was comparable to an expert with seven superimposed suns—an extraordinarily terrifying presence.
On Yujing's side, the ancient eccentrics who stepped forward were all solemn and reserved. From the old mountain master of Star Mountain to the master of Zixiao Cave, none spoke a single word.
Of course, there were exceptions. The Dog Sword Immortal was defiant to the bone, radiating seven parts recalcitrance and eight parts indignation. It clamored that it had only come for sightseeing and took no orders from the heavens, projecting the unmistakable aura of a rebel.
What was more, it had shed the standard-issue armor.
The main reason was that Heavenly God Liu had laid its foundation.
Liu Mo had escaped from Yujing City and severed his own past.
Over the past five hundred years, the Dog Sword Immortal had descended and undergone nirvana alongside Liu Mo. Not only had it reshaped its bone structure, cultivation, and system, but its convictions had also been deeply influenced.
The Golden Board sent a voice transmission: "In this foreign war, I hope you will contribute your strength. I am not Yujing; I have never bound combatants with chains of the Dao. On the contrary, if your battle merits are sufficient, the Primordial Qi I bestowed will not be reclaimed—it will be yours permanently."
"For real?" The Dog Sword Immortal was instantly intrigued. In this era, even it harbored deep reservations about fighting, fearing it would wither away to death.
Treasures of heaven and earth such as Primordial Qi and Xuanhuang qi were priceless, capable of preserving an expert's peak state.
In the opposing camp, several totems noticed the Dog Sword Immortal seemed to be singing a different tune and chuckled. One even attempted to recruit it on the spot.
"Dead rat, what are you grinning at?" The Dog Sword Immortal glared.
Sturdy as a mammoth, the Rat God stood with great majesty before his followers, rebuking, "Insolence!"
Then, he sent a secret transmission: "Fellow Daoist, join our side. With your current cultivation, if you become a totem and receive the reverence of countless races across the earth, your strength will surely make a tremendous leap forward."
In truth, within the totem system, a portion of fresh blood was recruited in precisely this manner.
The Dog Sword Immortal said, "Your system is flawed. When you accept the worship of various races and tribes, you may seem illustrious and world-shaking across a vast region, but you are also influenced by your subjects. In your old age, your consciousness becomes muddled, and you may even go mad and plunge into the abyss."
The Giant Rat Totem said, "Fellow Daoist, are you looking down on us?"
Having received the Golden Board's promise, the Dog Sword Immortal was eager to earn merits. "What? Got a problem? Step down here, and this seat will slay you!"
The Giant Rat Totem's face darkened. The seven blood-colored halos around his body roared, distorting the night sky and scattering the clouds. He replied forcefully, "You truly belong to the canine family—you turn hostile at the drop of a hat!"
No one had expected that among the top ancient eccentrics of the seventh realm, these two would be the first to clash.
Someone chuckled in secret, remarking, "A dog catching rats—sticking its nose where it doesn't belong."
Without a doubt, that single phrase managed to offend both supreme masters at once.
The Dog Sword Immortal's face dropped instantly. Its gaze swept over a cat-faced humanoid totem across the field, then shifted toward the people from the old mountain strongholds; after all, it had once slain their Earth Immortals.
"Today, this old master will vindicate his own name! From this day forth, the Beast God returns!"
The Dog Sword Immortal's form shifted, transforming into a black-and-white bear wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat. He drew a gleaming translucent green bamboo sword.
At first, seeing his round, chubby physique, many felt like laughing. But the moment his sword was drawn, the Night Mist Sea collapsed, and a terrifying sword ray cleaved the firmament, causing everyone's expressions to freeze.
Even the seventh-realm masters took on grave expressions.
A few acquaintances could not help recalling the scene of one dog and one sword pursuing four Earth Immortals back then, when he had not yet revealed his true form.
Now, the Panda Sword Immortal had taken the field! The black-and-white yin-yang diagram spun beneath his feet, lifting him as he soared into the heavens, fully exuding the aura of a peerless sword immortal.
"Come, let me slay you." He gestured with one hand, unleashing an incomparably terrifying sword ray that shot straight toward the giant rat.
Rumble!
The mammoth-sized giant rat vibrated its seven blood-colored halos and leaped upward. A world-shaking battle erupted between the two powerhouses.
The deadly struggle of the older generation, determining who dominated the present era, began with them as the opening act!
Everyone tilted their heads back to watch. However, their realms were simply too high, and their clash had reached the upper firmament. The onlookers could only see sword rays tearing through the pitch-black sky; as for the two figures, they were entirely obscured from view.
Sword qi rolled in a thousand waves, causing the heavy cloud banks in the lower sky to undulate like a vast ocean whose breakers pounded the heavens.
With a booming crash, a blinding sword ray broader than a mountain pierced between heaven and earth with dazzling brilliance. The entire night sky was torn to shreds, as if the stars were returning to their stations and the heavenly constellations were manifesting in the mortal world once more.
Accompanied by a shrill, wretched shriek, a rain of blood poured down, each drop blazing like a shower of burning meteorites smashing through the night sky and plummeting downward with a roar.
The Giant Rat Totem had been decapitated, and its massive headless corpse crashed down.
Fortunately, both the Golden Board and the black mountain radiated light, blocking the dense cascade of falling blood.
Otherwise, every single drop of blood could have pierced clean through an expert. That was the blood essence of a peak seventh-realm powerhouse; ordinary people could not withstand its erosion, and their physical bodies would burst apart.
The brilliant rain of blood descended in blazing, rumbling shockwaves like falling stars—a truly spectacular sight!
High in the night sky, the black-and-white bear trod upon the yin-yang diagram, holding his sword in one hand. The gleaming green blade impaled the giant rat's head, unleashing endless sword qi that continuously shredded the totem consciousness imprisoned within the skull.
"Just like that... he killed him?"
"Truly terrifying—a peerless sword immortal!"
Many were shaken, crying out in disbelief.
Across the way in the totem camp, many masters felt their scalps tingle.
"How was that?" the Golden Board spoke.
The Totem Sacred Mountain said, "An initial defeat, nothing more. Let the 'friendly exchanges' on the other tiers begin as well."
The Golden Board said, "Naturally. The middle and younger generations contest the future. Let the flourishing generation spar and see what they are made of."
The pitch-black mountain produced a muffled voice: "Since you put it that way, let us make things even purer. We shall open a 'battlefield of the future' and let those under eighteen years of age clash."
On Yujing's side, everyone froze. Among the elite forces they had mobilized, very few were under eighteen.
Even though the battle formations generated by the Golden Board required all participants to be of one mind and fight in concert, those who were too young contributed limited power and were rarely given priority.
The Golden Board responded, "Very well. I shall select a few others."
Secretly, it notified Qin Ming to prepare to take the field.
"I exceed the age limit," Qin Ming responded in secret. In just a few months, he would be twenty-two; how could he still be a youth under eighteen?
The Golden Board said, "Do you not know yourself? After multiple rebirths and nirvanic transformations, if one looks closely at your physical body and spirit origin imprint, you are under eighteen."
Qin Ming was dazed. Even that worked? Had he truly returned to a youthful body?
Last time, in the other world, he had consumed a vast quantity of thunder medicine supplemented by five elements matter to break through to the late stage of the Mind Lamp realm. He had indeed felt his body and mind become extraordinarily pure after that nirvana.
Through multiple violent transformations, he had experienced reverse aging!
Shortly after, the Golden Board called names again, selecting several figures from the demon race.
The Golden Board said, "Back then, when you attacked Yezhou, it may have been an internal conflict, but the shadow of colossal beasts lingered behind you. Now, prove yourselves."
The members of the demon race furrowed their brows. An old man stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Back then, we acted out of desperation for the supreme scripture of the demon race. We were indeed used, but we never took the initiative to collude with the foreign totem civilization."
The Golden Board said, "No need for words. Prove yourselves in a bloody fight."
Then, it looked across the divide and said, "Your hands have reached too far; you were growing impatient even back then."
Four youths stepped forward from the demon race, all under eighteen years of age. One of them, Zuo Hang, was exceptionally gifted—the demon race's next cornerstone figure following the Demon Emperor's descendant, Li Shi'an.
Approaching eighteen, Zuo Hang had eyes shining like stars and disheveled black hair, looking much like a human youth.
From a very young age, he had displayed remarkable talent, gaining great renown after slaying a ferocious tiger in his childhood.
He was the first to take the field, facing the vibrant generation of the totem faction.
"Heh, let me handle it!" A lion-faced youth stepped forward from the totem camp. He possessed a human body bathed in a holy halo.
Instantly, many felt their hearts sink.
The Golden Board spoke: "Cultivated as a totem since youth and worshipped upon an altar? Your ambitions are not small. Preparing for the coming of a prosperous era, do you wish to cultivate multiple supreme powerhouses? Are you not afraid he will be unable to absorb such nourishment and suffer an early demise?"
The pitch-black mountain glowed and said, "No matter. Talents abound in our totem system; what we lack least are peerless prodigies. In the future, as long as one or two succeed, it will all be worth it."
The lion-faced youth was tall and burly, his golden mane radiant like a divine halo wrapped around his neck. With a roar carrying the cadence of the Dao, the night sky rumbled, and the heavy mist exploded.
He clashed with Zuo Hang right away, and the battle was exceptionally fierce.
The hearts of the demon race grew heavy. Zuo Hang was the foremost among their younger generation, yet right from the start he had encountered such a terrifying foe and failed to gain the upper hand. Was he headed for a crushing defeat?
The two proved evenly matched in this bloody contest. In the end, with severed limbs, shattered legs, and ripped-open chests and abdomens, both nearly torn apart, the bout concluded in a draw.
Though their hearts were heavy, the demon race had no choice but to immediately dispatch their second top youthful prodigy. For them, winning or losing was secondary; their attitude had to be beyond reproach.
If they were slapped with the label of colluding with the totem civilization, they would suffer disastrous consequences.
From the totem faction stepped a hairy boy. His form was distinctly human, yet his black fur was excessively dense. He wore no clothes, resembling a black divine ape.
The hairy boy was savage. Though short in stature, he contained horrifying strength within. Carrying a heavy spiked club, a layer of dark light flowed around him like a black protective divine halo.
Without a doubt, he too had been totemized, placed upon an altar from childhood to receive the worship and sacrifices of various tribes.
"You are very weak!" The hairy boy stared at the demon race's second prodigy.
In truth, this youth of the demon race was indeed significantly inferior to Zuo Hang.
With a booming crash, the moment the fight erupted, the demon prodigy's arm spasmed from the shock, blood gushing from his torn palm as his secret-metal spear flew from his grip.
He was simply no match for the hairy boy. Struggling to react, after a mere four exchanges, a bang resounded as the opponent's spiked club smashed directly into his face. His entire visage caved in, and his skull exploded along with it.
The demon youth died a gruesome death, his strength far too inferior to the hairy boy's.
In reality, it was mainly because the standard-issue armor was difficult to breach; otherwise, he would have died even faster.
"So weak! Are the youths on Yujing's side made of paper?" The hairy boy brandished his bloodstained spiked club, laughing insolently.
Upon hearing a transmission from the clan elder, the third demon youth stepped forward without a word.
This battle held no suspense either. The demon prodigy still failed to survive four moves before the hairy boy's spiked club crushed his skull. Shattered bone and gore splattered everywhere as the headless corpse collapsed to the ground.
"Pathetic! Yujing, you truly disappoint me!" The hairy boy roared with laughter.
In the totem camp, a crowd of youths grinned and joined in the laughter, the atmosphere turning light and cheerful.
"Who else?" the hairy boy demanded coldly.
When the demon elder sent a transmission preparing to send the final youth into the fray, the Golden Board stopped him.
Having received the transmission, Qin Ming walked forward at an unhurried pace.
Clad in black-gold armor that enveloped him down to his feet, dark light swirling beneath his tread, he entered the battlefield with steady, resolute steps.
"Another one come to die?" The hairy boy laughed loudly, striding forward with his spiked club. Bits of flesh and bone from the two demon youths still clung to the heavy weapon, blood dripping steadily down its length.
With a boom, he suddenly accelerated, swinging the spiked club toward Qin Ming with terrifying white air currents and intimidating bursts of Dao light.
He was indeed strong; if he did not die young, he was destined to become a top totem in the future.
Qin Ming halted, his feet planted firmly like a steadfast pine. With a clang, his right hand drew his chosen standard saber. A snow-bright blade ray materialized like lightning and fire, illuminating the battlefield and striking dread deep into the hearts of many onlookers.
Wherever the saber pointed, its qi burst forth with terrifying force. The moment the edge struck the spiked club, the heavy weapon was severely damaged—not merely cleaved in two, but completely blown apart.
Then, its momentum unbroken, the blade sliced through the hairy boy's face with a squelch—first through shock, then terror—before shearing clean through his torso.
The hairy boy's head shattered first, followed by his body bursting apart, utterly unable to withstand the might of that single strike.
Qin Ming had held nothing back. Facing a monster worshipped upon an altar and an aberration that had begun totemization, he chose to unleash his full strength, obliterating his opponent in a single slash!
Blood splattered in all directions, yet not a single drop touched him. With a clear clang, he sheathed the saber; its crystalline blade remained unstained by gore.
"Who else?" Qin Ming spoke. Though his words were identical to the hairy boy's, his calm, unboastful delivery carried far greater deterrence.
With a cold snort, a cloud of black mist drifted over from the totem camp. Within it was the vague outline of a human face—a monster condensed from taiyin mist that had undergone initial totemization, extraordinarily perilous.
Yet facing him, Qin Ming did not even draw his blade. His right hand gathered the Four Samadhi True Fire, blending it with a portion of the Script of the Primal Myriad Thunderbolts, and smashed forward with a thunderous roar.
In a single breath, the night sky seemed overwhelmed by his dazzling fist, unleashing an intensely masculine, yang-imbued aura that slammed into the cloud of taiyin mist.
A dreadful tempest raged. Though the power of taiyin lashed out frantically, it was incinerated by the true fire and struck by lightning. The figure dimmed completely, then burst apart.
The monster was annihilated in body and spirit!
In the distance, Qian Cheng was taken aback, musing to himself. He felt that the youth in the arena was well-versed in profound lightning arts; had the flames not obscured the view, he might have caught a glimpse of the lightning seals.
He thought to himself, "This youth possesses extraordinary talent in the path of lightning; he could be worth interacting with. Mm, if he is an anomaly, perhaps he can be used to help me search for the Script of the Primal Myriad Thunderbolts—I could fleece him."
"Next!" Qin Ming said, his voice entirely devoid of emotion, yet it threw the youths of the totem camp into a stir, ratcheting up their pressure.
They were prodigies undergoing totemization, yet their companions had been forcefully suppressed. This filled them with dread, but also burning indignation.
A golden colossal beast stepped out. Though its frame was enormous, as burly as two bull elephants, it was indeed still a youth.
As long as a creature of this species matured normally, it was guaranteed to step into the Grandmaster domain at the very least. They were a fearsome race; otherwise, they would not have earned the title of "golden."
"Who are you?" the golden colossal beast asked. Golden mist drifted from its entire body as though it bathed in layers of divine halos. Even its blood qi was golden, spilling across its skin to form wondrous runes.
As a mutated golden colossal beast, it was naturally far more powerful!
"Taiyi," Qin Ming answered calmly.
A stir ran through the totem camp.
On Yujing's side, the reaction was even more intense.
"He was standing among those called earlier, and I nearly forgot his identity! That's Taiyi!"
"As expected of Taiyi!"
Within the Golden Board's Mountain and Sea domain, many felt their emotions churning, unable to calm themselves.
The younger generation was thrilled; after all, this was the champion they looked up to.
The older generation, on the other hand, went completely numb. Only today did they learn his true age—under eighteen! Did that mean that when he dominated the sword-dueling platforms back then, he was not even sixteen?
At this moment, the faces of Tianzun, the Bodhi Saint, and others turned completely green. Had they truly lost to a mere youth?
Even Yun Jianyue and the temple maiden Changxi were stunned, their emotions complicated.
The Old Barbarian God said, "Impossible! He must have consumed precious medicine to return to a youthful body. There is no way he was a sixteen-year-old youth back then!"
He was one of the "victims" as well. If word of this spread, where would he put his old face?
"Indeed, he couldn't have been that young!" A group of ancient eccentrics quickly reached a consensus.
"Is he... Qin Ming?" Tang Yushang was inwardly shaken, quietly brushing against the truth.
She had believed Qin Ming was One Sword, but she had never imagined he could also be Taiyi. Now, all sorts of doubts surfaced—chiefly because their previous contest had seen no reservations, leaving them intimately familiar with each other's foundations.
In the arena, battle erupted once more. The golden colossal beast roared and bellowed, unleashing its full power.
It was indeed exceptionally formidable, far beyond normal standards. Yet before Taiyi, it was clearly not enough.
Blade rays sliced through the night sky. In just two strikes, Qin Ming cleaved it open.
He did not sheath his blade, but took a step forward and delivered a third slash, peeling back its flesh to extract a glob of blood essence from its massive golden heart.
"This should count as... super wondrous blood!"
The blood essence gleamed brilliantly like flowing morning dawn, accompanied by waves of sweet fragrance.
Qin Ming stowed it away immediately. This was a rare, precious medicine.
"How dare you!" several figures from the totem camp shouted in rebuke.
"What is wrong with disposing of one's own spoils of war?" the Golden Board's voice rang out.
Qin Ming said, "Fighting like this feels like I'm bullying them."
Across the divide, the totem faction almost erupted in fury. That human youth was far too arrogant!
The Golden Board responded secretly: "Do you feel it is an unfair victory? Yet how do you know none among them consumed miraculous medicine to revert to a youthful state? Totemization itself is a form of nourishment that induces nirvana. In truth, a portion of them have likely already exceeded the age limit."
Qin Ming paused, then spoke aloud: "Next. Come claim your death!"
Among the totem camp, a crowd seethed with rage. To be blocked by someone named Taiyi, who had slain their future totem gods one after another—he had to be removed and eliminated.
In the eyes of many, this contest was no longer just about the future. In fact, this Taiyi already showed signs of dominating the contemporary era's young totems!
Chapter 536