I Pick up a Lost Godhood

This was the attack of a First Layer of Minor Perfection Cultivator!

The Elemental Power dissipated, and flying swords clattered to the ground. Li Mountain, as if no one else was there, casually fixed his hair and smoothed out the pattern on his forehead that formed the character for "king."

His tiger-like eyes stared menacingly at Longevity Master. With a sudden, ferocious roar, the Dueling Platform began to shake. Even the surrounding Dueling Platforms were affected, and a few of them even had to pause their matches.

The furious tiger’s roar directly sent the so-called Boundless Longevity Master flying out of sight.

The poor kid. Taken out by a monster on his debut.

A smile touched the corners of Li Mountain’s lips as he spread his arms and waved them, probably hoping for cheers. Unfortunately, the Human Cultivators would never cheer for him. A cacophony of noise erupted, mixed with a few curses.

But Li Mountain’s expression didn’t change; he remained all smiles.

Wang Meng and the others watched from below. They had no fights on the first day, which also gave them a chance to see the experts from the Demon Race and Dragon Race with their own eyes.

"The Demon Race’s members have quite the composure," Hu Jing said.

"I’d rather he were more arrogant, more prone to roaring. He seems like trouble."

"It seems the Demon Race hasn’t been idle in the Pure Land all these years. They’ve learned some of our Human Race’s finer qualities."

"Getting a general idea is good enough. We can’t learn much from these early fights anyway."

The Cultivators who appeared later were all humans. This was, at least, the stage for the Human Race; the Demon Race and Dragon Race were merely embellishments. When members of the Human Race fought amongst themselves, it was even more ferocious.

The Holy Hall Beings just watched quietly. If anyone with a keen eye had noticed, they would have seen that they were truly a unique sight.

All who had the courage and confidence to participate in the Battle of the Other Shore were at the Minor Perfection realm or above. It was rare to find one who didn’t have a unique ace up their sleeve.

However, any ace was useless in the Battle of the Other Shore. After its first use, it would be immediately figured out and countered. In the end, advancing step by step still relied on raw, overwhelming power.

In the afternoon, Purple Dragon of the Dragon Race made his appearance. While the humans had no fondness for the Demon Race, they were very interested in the Dragon Race.

The Dragon Race had been neutral since ancient times, and they were proud—almost synonymous with pride itself. The Demon Race was proud too, but they couldn’t compare to the dragons. For the Dragon Race, the demands of their dignity were stricter than life itself, something other races could not emulate. It had even nearly led to their extinction.

Dressed in purple robes, Purple Dragon truly had the graceful bearing of a dragon. The moment he appeared, many of the Female Cultivators in attendance became infatuated.

To ensure their continuation, powerful races naturally exude a certain charm to the opposite sex, and this was especially true for the Dragon Race.

A few seconds after Purple Dragon appeared, countless screams erupted, and they only seemed to be growing louder. The Female Cultivators were going wild.

A male Cultivator couldn’t help but complain, "He’s just a Little White Face! The Dragon Race are basically just snakes with horns!"

"Why don’t you grow some horns if you’re so tough!"

A Female Cultivator nearby shot him a glare, then went back to screaming.

Female Cultivators could also hold up half the sky. Generally speaking, their status was lower than that of male Cultivators, so any who could make it to the Great Yuan Realm were women of considerable status and power in their respective Small Thousand Realms. How could they show any weakness?

Unlike Power King’s enthusiasm, Purple Dragon’s face was cold and aloof. The corners of his mouth curved into a faint, barely noticeable arc, yet it was enough to fully display his arrogance. Or rather, he was so arrogant that he no longer needed to make a show of it.

Purple Dragon’s opponent was a Body Cultivator over three meters tall. It was obvious his Body Refining was at a very profound level. A Body Cultivator at the Second Layer of Minor Perfection was no small matter. He took out a giant, mountain-like spike.

Looking at the tiny Purple Dragon, he couldn’t help but roar, "People always ask how big Giant Dragons are, but you’re just a Little One! I could crush you in a second! I wonder if these broads will still like you so much after I flatten your face."

Purple Dragon glanced at his opponent quietly. "Make your move."

"Die! Heaven-Shattering, Earth-Rending Thunderlight Spike!"

THUD THUD THUD THUD... The giant body strode forward, each step kicking up a shockwave of air. This Body Cultivator wasn’t just big. On the contrary, among all types of Cultivators, Body Cultivators were the most stable. Technique played a small role in their cultivation method. It was all about one part effort, one part level, and one part power. They pursued the simplest, most direct kill!

The mountain-like spike crashed down toward Purple Dragon’s head.

It looked like Purple Dragon was about to be smashed to a pulp.

But that bloody scene never occurred. A single finger tapped the tip of the giant spike. The finger was pristine white, as perfect and flawless as everything about the Dragon Race, both male and female.

The Body Cultivator’s expression instantly changed. Purple Dragon’s finger suddenly flicked.

BANG...

The movement was small, but the sound was immense. BOOM...

The domineering Body Cultivator, along with his giant spike, was sent flying. Higher and higher he went.

After a long moment... he came crashing down.

He lay sprawled on the ground, motionless, without even a single twitch.

Silence fell around the Dueling Platform. If Power King’s performance was terrifying, this Dragon Race member’s display was downright shocking.

"While flicking away the spike, he also threw a punch. One punch broke through the defense. Dragon Power is truly extraordinary!" Hu Jing said.

Wang Meng smiled. "The Dragon Race is perfect. They possess formidable Dragon Power, their own unique Magic, and a vast Heart Spirit. They’re very difficult to deal with. I wonder if Suo Ming’s Forbidden Hammer would work on him."

Suo Ming looked eager to give it a try.

In truth, the Dragon Race didn’t fear Forbidden Techniques. Leaving aside whether they could be sealed or not, even if they could, the Dragon Race’s power was all-encompassing.

They couldn’t be targeted, nor was there a way to counter them. Everyone’s assessment of the Dragon Race was that the only thing that could defeat a dragon was another dragon.

The moment Purple Dragon’s fight ended, it seemed to greatly stimulate the Female Cultivators in the crowd, each one appearing to be on the verge of hysteria.

It wasn’t that Purple Dragon was intentionally trying to be charming; he couldn’t help it. The males of the Dragon Race simply possessed this kind of allure. In reality, he had no interest whatsoever in the shouts of the human females. On the contrary, he found them annoying. However, his slightly furrowed brow only made him look even more handsome in the eyes of the Female Cultivators.

More than two hundred matches concluded on the first day. The joys and sorrows were known only to those involved. There was no need to worry about embarrassing oneself, because in such intense battles, an embarrassing loss would hardly be remembered.

Starlight Academy wasn’t the only one; the events at the other academies were just as explosive.

The Dragon Princess was currently very popular among the Human Cultivators. On one hand, she was female; on the other, Linglong’s attitude toward Human Cultivators was one of acceptance, representing the future direction of the Dragon Race.

The outcome of her battle was never in doubt. Linglong was one of the few top-tier experts, and she won with ease.

The other members of the Demon Race also won their matches one by one. The appearance of Mengg Lord and the Lord of Punishment also attracted the attention of many powerful experts. Their victories were even more effortless.

It was worth noting that when it came to holding back, the Demon Race members showed more restraint than the humans.

As the top representative of the younger generation of Human Cultivators, Lin Jinghao received the most attention, especially for his "peculiar and independent" way... which, surprisingly, was admired by countless young Cultivators.

Personality!

A Demon Cultivator who wanted to be a good person, complete with his signature Good Person Fan.

The key was that the Demon Crown Prince wasn’t just putting on a show for the Star Alliance. Anyone who knew even a little about him knew his personality, which had once been a huge headache for the No Illusion Demon Sect.

Lin Jinghao was also the one expected to carry the banner against the Dragon Race and Demon Race. His first battle was also a one-hit kill, equally brilliant and without suspense.

Without a doubt, under pressure, everyone had made unimaginable breakthroughs in the past three years.

And then Mingren, the most mysterious of all the popular Cultivators, also took the stage. In the era when Wang Meng was forgotten, Mingren had not only been remembered but had become even more famous. It was just that the Cultivators no longer knew of Mingren of the Holy Hall; they only knew of Mingren of the Pure Land.

This was because among all Human Cultivators, Mingren was the only one recognized by the Pure Land.

The legendary Human Cultivator who had earned the recognition of Mengg Lord and the Lord of Punishment.

The number one Sacred Body in the Star Alliance, Mingren of the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body.

It was no surprise. Any attack was useless against Mingren. He didn’t even have to make a move before his opponent proactively surrendered.

Mingren just smiled. He really had no other intentions. ’It’s lonely at the top. How many can understand?’

He had waited a long time for this day. In these three years, he had never pursued power so single-mindedly, giving up everything else.

Hidden behind Mingren’s calm smile was a burning anticipation.

The first day of battles was over. For the Battle of the Other Shore, for the Star Alliance, there could only be one of two outcomes.

Disappointment or hope.

Without a doubt, after hearing so much, the Cultivators’ expectations for all this had exceeded imagination.

There was no disappointment here, only a wider world and a greater future.

The moment the battles ended, the Holy Hall Beings also left.

From beginning to end, the Holy Hall Beings had remained very calm. They displayed a composure that even some disciples from the great Sects could not manage.

From the look in their eyes, it was clear that they were ready.

「The next day.」

After the warm-up on the first day, the various Sects began to show their strength.

Members of the Holy Hall began to appear, starting on the Dueling Platform presided over by Shan Lin.

When he saw Wang Meng, Shan Lin couldn’t help but stare at his former disciple. He had personally witnessed Wang Meng’s miraculous experiences. ’But without the support of a powerful Sect, his growth was likely rushed and unsustainable. For the past three years, the Holy Hall has practically vanished, and who knows where Wang Meng has been hiding. He might have been preparing in seclusion, but what good would that do?’

’I used to envy him, even felt a bit of jealousy, but now I’m calm. Sometimes, standing out too much just brings more pressure and attracts more attacks.’

’Still, no matter how much you hide, what’s coming will come. The Battle of the Other Shore is the time of testing.’

The opponent was already incredibly excited, having waited for a long time.

"Master Zhang, you’re up."

Wang Meng watched him. Zhang Xiaojiang was their vanguard. ’The stage is even bigger this time. How will he perform?’

’One thing is certain, though: you only get one chance here.’

Zhang Xiaojiang gave a thumbs-up and flew onto the Dueling Platform. The sight of a Bow Cultivator with such a large physique made his opponent unable to stifle a laugh.

"Are you sure you’re a Bow Cultivator?" The opponent, also a Bow Cultivator, had a look of arrogance in his eyes. He then began to announce his lineage, his face filled with smug satisfaction.

Zhang Xiaojiang waited for his opponent to finish showing off before saying just one thing: "Zhang Xiaojiang of the Holy Hall. Bow Cultivator!"

With Shan Lin’s command, the Magical Combat began. FWOOSH...

A flash of white light, a BOOM, and the opponent was blasted off the platform by Zhang Xiaojiang’s Blast Arrow.

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