Supernatural Insight Eyes

"Among the younger generation in the Ancestral Land, the strongest is none other than Stone Demon Lord."

"The Turquoise Pool Saintess is no weakling either. The two of them never truly decided a winner between them, so it’s hard to judge who’s really number one."

"I think Lieyan Holy Son and Xiaoyao Holy Son also have the qualifications to compete for first place."

On the question of who was the strongest among the younger generation in the current Ancestral Land, everyone aired their own views, each with their own opinion, and the debate went on and on.

Quite a few famous prodigies were mentioned, yet not a single person brought up Ye Qiu.

As if that name had become taboo; no one was willing to mention him, subconsciously erasing him from their minds.

However, the fact that those present didn’t mention him didn’t mean that no one at all would bring up that name.

Sure enough, very soon someone openly reminded everyone that Ye Qiu was in fact the strongest of the Ancestral Land’s younger generation.

But just as quickly, someone snorted coldly: "His strength is indeed terrifying, but now he’s practically offended the entire Ancestral Land. It’d be better if he never shows himself again—if he does appear, all the great sects will definitely attack him. Even a hundred lives wouldn’t be enough for him to die with."

"Exactly, a man doomed to die has no meaning as a topic of discussion."

Many echoed this view, convinced that Ye Qiu’s path would not be long, that sooner or later he would die at the hands of the major powers.

Thus the discussion about Ye Qiu came to an end, and people returned to their previous topic.

Because after stepping onto the Star River Road, only a limited number of Heaven’s Chosen returned alive, the rankings among the younger generation of Martial Artists were once again reshuffled.

For example, the former number one, the Taiyi Saint Heir, has now completely vanished—dead, his lamp extinguished.

The Stone Demon Lord, who had ranked second, naturally moved up to first.

The others’ rankings likewise shifted, yet the current list was in truth far from precise. After all, everyone’s strength had grown differently through the tempering of the Star River Road; who was truly the number one among the younger generation could only be known after they actually fought.

Just as the Heavenly Palace was issuing wanted orders for Ye Qiu everywhere, the great sects of the Ancestral Land launched a grand competition for the younger generation.

They all dispatched the strongest young experts from within their sects.

If someone could seize first place, it would not only be his personal glory, but also would bring honor to his sect.

Of course, the contest to determine the rankings of the younger generation was not limited to sect disciples; Loose Cultivators could participate as well.

Though there were no restrictions, it wasn’t easy for a Loose Cultivator to become famous in a single battle. None of the geniuses who returned from the Star River Road were weak.

Without strength at the Saint level, you simply had no qualifications to step onto the stage.

That meant the minimum requirement was the Saint Realm. This alone was enough to make many shy away.

Saint Realm—among the younger generation, those able to reach this realm were basically the Heaven’s Chosen of the great sects; among Loose Cultivators, there were very, very few who could attain it.

Yet this still could not stop the ambitions of countless people who wanted to display their power before the entire Ancestral Land.

Very quickly, the struggle for the title of strongest among the younger generation spread across the whole Eastern Wilderness, drawing young geniuses from every region.

All the young Martial Artists who were confident in themselves and wanted to make a stunning debut rushed to the center of the Eastern Wilderness for the first round of selection.

"Kid, the top twenty of the younger generation is something you can forget about. But don’t lose heart—if you can enter the top fifty, this teacher will be more than satisfied."

The Heavenly Mechanism Sage spoke to his disciple Yang Ce standing before him.

Ever since the Turquoise Pool gathering, Yang Ce had taken the Heavenly Mechanism Sage as his master. Though he couldn’t be compared to Ye Qiu, he had worked hard enough, progressed fast enough. Now, though he had yet to become a Saint, at the Ruins-Returning level he was already a top expert in his own right; given time, he too had the possibility of becoming a Saint.

Wu Tian Saint laughed and said, "Yang Ce, boy, don’t you go disappointing your master’s expectations."

Yang Ce nodded heavily. "I will never let Teacher down."

In Yang Ce’s heart, he had always taken Ye Qiu as the opponent he needed to surpass. For that, he had worked incredibly hard, and his strength now could be considered a small achievement. But when he heard that Ye Qiu had destroyed branch after branch of the Heavenly Palace, making an enemy of the Heavenly Palace itself, he knew that the gap between himself and Ye Qiu was only growing wider and wider, a chasm he would never cross in this lifetime.

Ye Qiu was like a towering mountain he could never climb over.

But he could still treat that mountain as his goal, a constant spur driving him forward.

As young powerhouses from all over the Eastern Wilderness gathered, a lone figure appeared beneath one of the newly erected arenas. That figure was not striking at all, very inconspicuous.

"I am no longer who I used to be. How could I possibly miss a grand event like this?" Li Jin muttered to himself. His complexion was somewhat dark, no one knew what he had gone through, but he looked very different from before—his entire bearing had grown much more mature.

Ever since he parted ways with Ye Qiu back then, Li Jin had embarked on his own martial path. With the help of the pills Ye Qiu had left him, his strength had grown considerably. Later, though he hadn’t stepped onto the Star River Road, he had his own fortuitous encounter, accidentally obtaining the inheritance of a fallen sect. He then buried himself in cultivation, and only emerged recently.

If one sensed carefully, they would discover that the aura around Li Jin was in fact more terrifying than Yang Ce’s. Yang Ce himself would probably never imagine that the seemingly unremarkable fellow who had only gotten onto the Turquoise Pool Immortal Platform ahead of him because he followed Ye Qiu has now changed beyond recognition.

Even Wu Tian Saint, who had originally planned to take Li Jin as a disciple, would feel a trace of regret upon seeing the present Li Jin—he had missed out on a true prodigy.

More and more talented Martial Artists gathered. Some came to make a sensational name for themselves, some came to prove their worth, and some came simply to test themselves against the young powerhouses of the world.

Before long, the first round of contests began.

The great sects joined forces to set up hundreds of arenas, with battles unfolding simultaneously, an incredibly grand spectacle.

The crowd was even more innumerable, a dense sea of bodies as far as the eye could see, shoulder to shoulder, packed tight.

"I can’t fight for the title of number one, but I absolutely have to take a spot in the top fifty."

A young man spoke with great confidence. Beside him stood two other men with extraordinary bearing, the aura flowing from them just as remarkable.

The three of them standing together formed a striking sight, drawing many people’s attention.

These three were none other than the Three Young Masters of Luohé City: Song Qinglong, Zhang Yunke, and Luo Shang.

Their appearance here was naturally for the sake of making a name for themselves. Though the three of them were very famous in Luohé City, this place now gathered the young Martial Artists of the entire Eastern Wilderness and even the whole Ancestral Land. Their fame was almost negligible; only people from Luohé City would recognize them—others might not know them at all.

After all, the three were not widely known.

Not far from the Three Young Masters stood a graceful figure, a woman as serene as falling snow.

"Mu Xue, I believe in you. Go for it!" Bai Muxue’s close best friend Zhu Zhenzhen cheered excitedly at her side, her expression both thrilled and nervous.