New Vitality of the Wordless Heavenly Tome

Whoever has the highest score at the end will naturally be the winner this time. After seeing these rules, everyone started discussing them. The strongest contestant was especially frustrated, secretly cursing, "Who came up with these rules?!"

But there’s nothing they can do—even the Fiend Palace Lord has approved it. In fact, the Fiend Palace Lord had considered other options, but with so many people here, most have powerful backgrounds and influence, and those with the most potential always have strong support behind them.

So the Fiend Palace Lord just turned a blind eye. Actually, the biggest advantage here is for those with lower cultivation—they can choose which realm to challenge based entirely on their own ability, while those at higher realms can only wait for others to challenge them.

That’s why the palace hall was noisy at first, only quieting down when the Fiend Palace Lord suppressed everyone. He said, “You all understand the rules now, right? Good, then let’s go by number—ten people at a time. Numbers one through ten, step forward and choose your opponents.”

Numbers one to ten stepped forward. At the front was an artifact for selecting opponents, and each contestant chose their target according to their own wishes.

Once all ten had made their choices, the ten randomly-selected opponents also stepped forward, so twenty contestants entered the arena at once.

Evan Yang was number eighty. He wasn’t in a hurry, just watching how the others fought.

The Fiend Palace Lord had already ordered the creation of dueling arenas, set up on the open ground nearby.

Ten dueling arenas lit up, each with its own entrance. There were people assigned to maintain the formations, since these were all temporary setups.

Those twenty contestants had already entered the stage. The battles started off ruthless—Evan Yang watched from the side, keeping an eye on the scoreboard, a massive stone slab displaying all the data.

Every contestant from number one to five hundred sixty was listed up there, and Evan Yang was naturally included. The data was tied to each contestant’s number, which matched the identity stone they’d been given.

Evan Yang didn’t know how it all worked, but he was definitely curious.

Hannah Nangong stood beside the Fiend Palace Lord. Bored, she sent Evan Yang a sound transmission: "Why are you spacing out? You’d better start thinking about how to fight."

“It’s not my turn yet—why rush?” Evan Yang replied.

“I’m anxious for you! I didn’t expect the lowest here to be third-tier—I thought there’d be some second-tier. The gap between second and third is huge.” Hannah Nangong said worriedly. She knew how much tougher third-tier contestants were.

Evan Yang wasn’t worried. He’d fought third-tier opponents before, but this would expose his real strength. Still, he couldn’t back out now—he’d promised, and a real man never runs from a challenge.

Seeing Evan Yang’s calm attitude, Hannah Nangong relaxed a bit, hoping he could win a few more matches. If he did, she’d still have a chance.

Soon, the first batch of ten finished. Some won, some lost, and some couldn’t fight anymore—once eliminated, they withdrew. The field shrank by a few, and the scoreboard changed. The highest score was three points for crossing three realms; others earned two or one.

The contestant who got three points was thrilled and went to rest, while the next ten stepped up to draw their opponents.

The rounds continued like this. After seven matches, it was finally Evan Yang’s turn in the eighth. At first, no one paid attention to his strength—there were over five hundred contestants, and nobody bothered to study each one. But when Evan Yang announced he’d challenge a Heavenly-Immortal third-tier, crossing six minor realms, everyone around him fell silent.

The guard in charge of letting him pick a number was stunned, and even the Fiend Palace Lord in the stands was speechless—six minor realms, what did that even mean? But when everyone saw Evan Yang’s stats, they were even more shocked: sixth-tier Earth-Immortal. Some wondered if he’d snuck in by accident, but when they confirmed Evan Yang was actually a disciple of the Junior Sacred Palace, the Fiend Palace Lord could only accept it and let the match proceed.

In everyone’s eyes, Evan Yang was doomed—not even good enough to be a background character. After all, every contestant here was at least third-tier Heavenly-Immortal.

So when Evan Yang entered the arena, no one expected his power to explode like that.

His opponent underestimated him, too. As soon as they entered the arena, the Heavenly-Immortal third-tier felt like he’d hit the jackpot—if he beat Evan Yang, he’d get six points and jump straight to the top of the leaderboard. The crowd was envious, wishing they’d drawn Evan as an opponent. The other third-tier Heavenly-Immortals were especially frustrated, cursing their luck.

Seeing their faces, Evan Yang muttered, "What a bunch of snobs—just wait till I take the top spot."

That fired up Evan Yang’s fighting spirit—he’d treat this as a chance to temper himself.

Evan Yang knew that defeating a Heavenly-Immortal third-tier wasn’t easy, even for him.

Right from the start, the guy who underestimated Evan Yang suffered—flames wrapped around him, forcing him to jump and dance, nearly forgetting to release his qi. Once he did, the fire was blown away.

Everyone watched the two: one was a sixth-tier Earth-Immortal, the other a third-tier Heavenly-Immortal. Who would win? Surely the Heavenly-Immortal, right? But Evan Yang made his opponent look foolish from the start, so the crowd kept watching, intrigued.

"Kid, I’m going to cripple you!" his opponent shouted, rage boiling over as he pressed forward with his qi. "I’ll smother you with my qi!"

Heavenly-Immortals can wield qi, but Earth-Immortals can’t—that’s the difference. So everyone figured Evan Yang would be suffocated by the pressure as his opponent closed in.

But something strange happened. Not only was Evan Yang fine, but sparks flickered around him—a phenomenon only seen when Heavenly-Immortals clash with qi.

"This kid’s not simple at all," someone exclaimed. Even the Fiend Palace Lord looked surprised. He had Evan Yang’s file brought over and, reading it, discovered that Evan had already mastered qi as an Earth-Immortal. Back in the Earth-Immortal Star System, he’d challenged the Low-Rank War God Arena at sixth-tier, so he was nominated for the Junior Sacred Palace.

"He really is talented," the Fiend Palace Lord muttered.

"He seems pretty impressive," Hannah Nangong said, surprised after seeing Evan Yang’s file, but she kept her composure.

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"Impressive or not, he’s from the North Sect, and from a tiny lower realm at that," the Fiend Palace Lord said with a glance.

"Please, you said yourself it doesn’t matter anymore. Whoever comes in first, their background is irrelevant," Hannah Nangong replied.

"Why are you so worked up? Don’t tell me you’ve already chosen him? Either way, he doesn’t stand much chance. Do you really think he can win?" The Fiend Palace Lord sneered.

"We’ll see soon enough. Anyway, we’ve both sworn oaths—nothing can change that now," Hannah Nangong said.

"You really think he’ll take first place? Who is he, anyway? Do you know him?" the Fiend Palace Lord asked curiously.

"Nope," Hannah Nangong replied quickly, afraid to slip up.

The Fiend Palace Lord focused back on the stage. Evan Yang’s qi kept growing stronger, though even he wasn’t sure if it was truly Heavenly-Immortal qi. All he knew was, the more his opponent tried to suppress him, the more he wanted to push back. Meanwhile, the Wordless Heavenly Tome in his mind started circulating, spinning faster and faster.

With each cycle, his qi grew stronger. Soon, everyone saw that the previously weaker Evan Yang was now pushing back with his qi.

Sparks surged from Evan Yang’s body to his opponent’s front. Everyone was stunned, even the Fiend Palace Lord, who muttered, "How can his qi keep getting stronger?"

Evan Yang had no idea what was happening, but he realized the Wordless Heavenly Tome was kicking in. His whole body grew stronger, especially as the pressure increased.

"Could it be that the Wordless Heavenly Tome grows under intense pressure?" Evan Yang wondered. If this kept up, he might break through soon.

But breaking through in front of all these people would be terrifying, so Evan Yang suppressed his cultivation. Still, his qi kept growing stronger and kept pushing back.

In the end, as expected, his opponent coughed up blood on the spot—the pressure was just too much. Evan Yang won the match.

No one expected Evan Yang, a sixth-tier Earth-Immortal, to take the top spot—six points, and that was just the first round. If this kept up, wouldn’t Evan Yang win it all? Still, some people didn’t believe it.

After seeing what Evan Yang could do with qi, everyone decided that if they faced him next time, they’d skip using qi and rely on brute strength instead.

Evan Yang’s victory made Hannah Nangong secretly delighted. She never expected him to win so easily—and even Evan himself didn’t realize that the Wordless Heavenly Tome, under extreme pressure, would operate more abnormally than usual, boosting his qi and nudging his cultivation forward bit by bit.

“Who invented this Wordless Heavenly Tome, anyway?” Evan Yang thought, grateful to the Genius Pavilion. If not for them, he might not have been able to withstand his opponent’s overwhelming qi, or at least not without great effort.

As Evan Yang stepped off the stage, everyone stared at him in shock. Some were itching to put him in his place, but the rules were clear—those with higher cultivation couldn’t actively challenge lower-tier opponents, and no fighting was allowed outside the dueling arena. All they could do was glare at him, powerless to act.

The crowd hoped someone would deal with this kid soon. If he kept winning—six points per match—he could rack up 120 points with twenty wins. No one else could match that.

So everyone started hoping someone would defeat or cripple Evan Yang, forcing him out of the competition and erasing all his points.

But was Evan Yang really that easy to beat? No way. He was enjoying the Wordless Heavenly Tome’s effects and took the chance to study its new abilities.

Hannah Nangong sent a secret sound transmission: "Nice job! Keep it up!"

"Thanks," Evan Yang replied, then continued waiting for his second match. The first round had taken a while—with twenty contestants at a time and over five hundred in total, it would take more than twenty or thirty rounds for everyone to finish.

But things got much faster after that. With each round, more people were eliminated or left unable to continue.

By the second round, only a little over four hundred contestants remained—nearly a hundred had been eliminated. Some were still unconscious, others lay motionless, and a few had even lost their cultivation.