Chapter 66: The Tianyuan Tournament 2

Chapter 66: The Tianyuan Tournament 2 The first round of the Tianyuan Tournament had ended, with only 14 million participants passing the test out of the billions who entered. However, the most shocking result was that out of the top 30,020 contestants, 30,010 were from the same sect—the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect. This sect, which few had heard of before, left some people wondering where they had heard the name before.

Whispers and questions began to spread throughout the area as everyone wondered: What exactly is the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect, and why are they so powerful?

At that moment, a man remembered something and looked toward where Lin Jia had been standing. To his astonishment, Lin Jia and the mysterious man in black had vanished without a trace. The spirit stones they had wagered earlier were also gone, causing confusion and chaos among the crowd.

Feng Yi, who had also seen the results, was shocked. She thought she was swift and strong enough, yet she still couldn't compare to Mu Chuyuan.

Meanwhile, Long Tian gazed at Long Teng with a look of intense interest, while Mo Ling spoke up. "The Fallen Heaven Blood Sect is truly formidable. I'm starting to feel intrigued." His eyes gleamed with a sense of challenge.

Elsewhere, Wen Lihua looked curiously at Chui Meng, thinking something to herself. Zhang Xinye, Gu Qingxue, Guan Mengyao, and Li Yudong all turned to look at the first-ranked contestant with sorrow in their eyes.

"We'll never be able to catch up to Third Sister in this lifetime, will we?" Li Yudong muttered.

Gu Qingxue nodded sadly and added, "If only I had listened to Brother Jiang back then..."

Zhang Xinye consoled them, saying, "For now, you should focus on the present and stop comparing yourselves to others."

Suddenly, a voice cut through their conversation. "It's been a while, hasn't it, my four senior brothers?"

The voice caused the four to turn their heads, and they saw a man standing there. When they saw his face, all four of them immediately unleashed the full extent of their emperor-level aura and launched a coordinated attack at the man with astonishing speed.

Before they could get close to Ye Chen, Mo Ling appeared and blocked their attack with powerful immortal energy, counterattacking in an instant. His demonic energy stunned the four, leaving them unprepared.

However, just as quickly, a massive ice sword cleaved through Mo Ling's demonic power with ease. Lin Qingyi appeared, her eyes cold as she looked at Mo Ling and said, "What exactly are you trying to do, Mo Ling?"

Mo Ling smirked and retorted, "Lin Qingyi, could you just mind your own business?"

Lin Qingyi turned her gaze to Ye Chen, her eyes still icy, filled with rage as she asked, "Who are you, and why do I want to kill you so badly?"

A tremendous surge of spiritual power erupted across the area, quelling the rising conflict before it could escalate further. A voice echoed from above.

"All right, to avoid wasting any more time, let's move on to the second round of the test!"

With a single wave of the elderly man in white's hand, the colossal golden stairway that had been used for the previous round vanished, replaced by a vast plain where 128 towering metal pillars shot up into the sky, cutting through the horizon.

"Now, I'll explain the rules of the second round," the old man continued. "Do you all see the wristbands you're wearing?"

Everyone looked down at their wrists in surprise, noticing that the numbers "00:00:00" were clearly displayed.

"That's your timer," the elder said. "In this round, you must climb and secure one of the pillar tops and keep your timer running until it reaches 59 minutes and 59 seconds. Only then will you pass and move on to the third round. But remember, only 128 out of the 14 million of you will advance. Good luck... Begin!"

No sooner had the elder's voice faded than the entire crowd of 14 million participants rushed madly toward the 128 pillars. Everyone wanted to secure one of the coveted spots. However, as the contest started, the disciples of the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect did something no one expected. Instead of rushing to claim the pillars, they turned and viciously attacked members from other sects.

The sound of fierce combat filled the air. Chui Meng, Wang Bai, and Wang He combined their powers to unleash a massive wave of dark energy. Flashes of light and darkness crisscrossed the battlefield, their devastating attacks leaving many competitors on the verge of death. Some were knocked off the pillars with no chance to fight back.

Suddenly, the old man in white appeared once again, halting the chaos before it could spiral further out of control. With a swift gesture, he saved the lives of those on the brink of death, muttering to himself, "So most of these people are already at the immortal level... this is..."

Before he could finish his thoughts, an enormous wave of water and blood surged forward from the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect's side. Zi Hao, standing nearby, was overwhelmed, unable to comprehend the intensity of the power around him.

"This is insane! Why is everything so chaotic?" Zi Hao muttered to himself in disbelief as he saw waves of power that were far beyond his capacity to withstand.

Around him, water and blood raged. Feng Yi and a young man from the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect conjured a sea of flames that burned fiercely. Suddenly, darkness consumed the sky above him.

Sensing imminent danger, Zi Hao looked up to see a massive boulder plummeting toward him at high speed. He tried to escape, pushing his power to its limits, but everything seemed to move too slowly, as if time had stopped. In desperation, he activated a special ability, flying away at incredible speed.

"Damn it..."

As the battle grew more intense, a gigantic fire phoenix suddenly appeared in the sky, attacking the disciples of the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect with swift, overwhelming force. The phoenix incinerated many of their members, forcing them to withdraw from the competition immediately. Chaos spread across the battlefield, with the cries of the injured and burning echoing in all directions.

But just as suddenly as it had appeared, the majestic and powerful fire phoenix was sliced in half. Feng Yi, who had summoned the phoenix, was left stunned. She looked at the man wielding a massive sword who had cut her phoenix in two in an instant.

Chang Ming smirked coldly before lunging forward with his sword to strike Feng Yi again. Feng Yi barely dodged, but before she could catch her breath, she saw Chang Qian rushing at her at high speed, aiming to strike again.

However, before Chang Qian could reach Feng Yi, thousands of ice swords suddenly appeared, blocking his path. A wave of cold energy enveloped the entire area, forcing Chang Qian to halt mid-air. The ice swords had come from Chen Wei, who stood not far away, her eyes glowing with the power of the moon. Her body was surrounded by a powerful lunar glow, and wherever she passed, those nearby were immediately turned to stone.

An elderly man in white robes hurriedly moved to assist those who were about to be permanently petrified, but Chen Wei's attacks didn't stop there. Her lunar swords shot towards Feng Yi at a speed difficult to counter.

Feng Yi found herself in a dire situation, but at that moment, Long Tian appeared, unleashing a dragon's breath to halt Chen Wei's attack. Yet, before he could fully release his dragon's breath, another stream of dragon breath came from behind Chen Wei, colliding with Long Tian's, creating a deafening explosion that echoed throughout the battlefield.

As the chaos escalated, Xue Ting, one of the geniuses in the arena, charged toward the remaining disciples of the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect, no longer caring about the competition for the pillar. The battle had now clearly transformed into a full-on war between two factions: the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect and the remaining participants, who had banded together to fight against them.

The onlookers outside watched with excitement, their cheers and conversations filling the air. One person exclaimed, "This year's competition is so thrilling! It's beyond what I could have imagined!"

Another added, "Who are the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect? Why are they so powerful?"

The sounds of explosions and waves of energy continued to reverberate across the arena. All eyes were fixed on the intense battle between the two sides. Although the fight had been long, both sides began showing signs of fatigue and exhaustion. The battle became more evenly matched, as the geniuses from Feng Yi's side and the others started to cooperate more effectively, demonstrating unity and skills that rivaled the power of the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect.

The arena was filled with fierce intensity and a tense atmosphere. No one cared about claiming the pillar anymore; everyone fought the enemies before them with all their might. The situation remained chaotic, but one thing was certain: this round of competition was unlike any other in the past.

The battle raged on, and Feng Yi began to feel the exhaustion setting in. Her hair blew in the wind as her energy and willpower dwindled with each prolonged clash. Yet, suddenly, she noticed something—a young woman sitting on a distant hill, playing a musical instrument that emitted an eerie and powerful melody. The music wasn't melodious, but its sound echoed and resonated powerfully. At the same time, the disciples of the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect, who were on the verge of defeat, started to regain their strength, as if the strange music was empowering them.

"It's over, isn't it?" Feng Yi thought to herself, panting heavily.

Amidst the chaos, Mu Shuyuan, who had not participated in the fight after unleashing the giant jade stone that had eliminated most of the combatants, suddenly soared into the sky. Her face was calm, and her eyes gleamed with unwavering power. She hovered above the battlefield, her voice booming across the heavens:

"The time has come... Let's end this."

Mu Shuyuan's voice was filled with authority, and everyone in the arena froze, turning to look at her as if they were spellbound. All eyes were locked on her figure standing above, even the disciples of the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect paused, seemingly awaiting her command.

But before Mu Shuyuan could make a move, the elderly man in white, who had been observing the competition the whole time, appeared in the air. He exchanged a brief glance with Mu Shuyuan before announcing in a loud voice:

"The second round of the competition is over!"

His voice struck like lightning across the battlefield, and both sides immediately ceased their movements. Many faces were filled with confusion and disbelief. Everyone looked around as if they still didn't understand what had happened.

The elderly man did not give anyone a chance to question or argue. With a wave of his hand, a massive wave of energy flowed through the arena, healing wounds and restoring energy to everyone present. Those who had been severely injured and those on the brink of collapse felt the soothing coolness and the gradual return of their strength.

"You 64 participants have advanced to the third round," the old man said, his voice calm but authoritative.

At that moment, they were all enveloped in a bright light, and in the blink of an eye, they were transported to a new location—an enormous battlefield with 32 vast arenas.

"This has been too much fun!" one man exclaimed, stunned by what had just happened.

Another person nearby, his voice trembling from the recent events, added, "They weren't even fighting to claim the peak! Look at the numbers on some of their wrists, it's still showing 00 minutes and 00 seconds!"

The buzz of whispers and excitement spread throughout the arena, as all eyes turned to the members of the Fallen Heaven Blood Sect, who seemed far superior to the other participants.

Jiang Feng, who had just been thoroughly defeated, tried to speak, "I... I..." But before he could finish, he collapsed, unconscious. S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Nearby, Ye Chen, who had been unexpectedly crushed by the massive jade stone and eliminated, knelt on the ground. He stared at the jade stone that had pinned him and muttered, "Master, am I really this weak?"

His master, who stood not far away, looked at him with sympathy. "You are not weak, Ye Chen. It's just that... Mu Shuyuan is far too strong." The voice was soft but full of sincerity.

Three young girls watching from afar couldn't help but express their admiration. One of them spoke up in awe, "Sister Mu Shuyuan is incredibly strong..."

Another added with a voice full of longing, "Yes, I hope that one day, I can be as strong as her..."

They gazed at Mu Shuyuan, who stood on the battlefield with grace, like a goddess from legend. Amidst the admiration and aspirations of many who watched her, she remained indifferent to their stares.