Darian walked back calmly toward his group. At that mont, almost every gaze in the stands was focused on him. The Demons were full of hatred, the common spectators were amazed, and those from the universe's top 10 organizations were very curious about his limits.
Darian felt slightly nostalgic. When he returned to Earth, he hadn't had ti to appreciate that Rookie Tournant, consud by guilt and anger after Lucy and Lucius had been hurt. Those mories made him think of Niara again, and how she supported him back then. He let out a deep snort; he needed to cultivate quickly so he could et her again.
"Tieol has been avenged..." Pyreus murmured, relieved.
Darian turned to him and shook his head. "Not yet. Those idiots are just the tip of the iceberg. Soon, we'll deal with the ones from the top 5 who ordered this."
With those words, everyone clenched their fists seriously. No one doubted that he would make it happen.
With all the fights finished, the next draw began.
In that round, so from Darian's group were called to fight. Still, they were matched against opponents from those enemy organizations, so they gave up.
Now... several saw their nas and got excited. They weren't people from those organizations, so they could finally fight.
Lazado, however, had a cold look in his eyes. His opponent was a beast he intended to kill at all costs.
Without delay, everyone moved toward their martial stages.
Each group had 10 disciples, so in theory, everyone would fight everyone else, for a total of 9 fights per person.
...
More than twelve hours passed.
During that ti, every opponent who was matched against Darian simply gave up the fight, not daring to face him.
As for the 79 ordinary disciples in his group, they lost many battles, but... they only fought normal opponents who didn't dare try to kill them. Everyone understood what had happened to that disciple from the group who died earlier, and they had seen Darian's brutality in retaliation. Because of that, there was no need to go too far.
Even though most of them lost a lot, their excitent was obvious. That was because everyone managed to get at least one victory. So won in an overwhelming way, others fought with everything they had and managed to win a bloody fight by the smallest margin.
They, who had never even dread of being in the top 1000, were now full of pride for having fought and won.
Gildor and the three Queens were the most excited. These young people had only had 19 months of real training, doing the tests and training Darian asked for; even so, the result was exceptional. If they continued to grow, their future would be limitless.
As for the six who had been directly trained by Darian...
All of them won every single one of their fights, and each of them faced at least one opponent from those enemy organizations. The results of those fights shocked the audience.
They attacked with 100% right from the start, doing everything they could to give their opponents no chance to surrender. As a result, they didn't just win, they actually killed their enemies.
They won without problems and returned safe and sound, except for Herion, who ca back injured and covered in blood once.
He had faced a formidable opponent, soone who truly had the potential to even fight people from the universe's top 10. Herion managed to trade an injury for a chance to kill his opponent; the enemy hesitated and tried to retreat, which only led to a tragic end.
After that, Darian completely healed Herion, and everyone had energy recovery pills. So they were always in excellent condition to fight again.
After the six showed their power, the sa thing that happened with Darian started happening to them. Their next fights ended with their opponents surrendering.
...
Hours later, when the light of a new day was already covering the arena.
The sound of a bell echoed. That Demonic Elder appeared at the center of everything and announced: it was the end of the second phase of the Celestial Tournant.
Without delay, he waved his hand, and in the sky, one hundred nas appeared. Every na was accompanied by its organization, as well as its final score.
Among them... There were only 10 nas with 100% victories. And out of those 10, seven ca from dium-level sects of the universe, making everyone take a deep breath. This Celestial Tournant was turning out to be surprising.
Yes, Darian and the six he personally trained had passed to the final phase. Those six were ecstatic and in disbelief; not even in their wildest dreams had they imagined themselves in this position.
After the announcent, so people were celebrating, but others remained silent. Many people had been eliminated, so they couldn't feel happy.
Each person had their own dreams. Before coming here, everyone had longed for their future achievents, seeking glory for their organizations and their families. Being in the top 1000 was already incredible, but reaching the top 100 was very close now, and the difference in status would be enormous.
But reality was cruel, and glory belonged to only a few.
So people couldn't accept their failure and cried on the ground. Their ntality was quite childish, even though so of them were thousands of years old. That was because their talent had been recognized since they were very young, so they were isolated from everything and forced to focus only on cultivation.
Because of that, most of them never matured ntally like a normal person; age never ant soone was wise or mature, after all.
"What a sha..." Vymara couldn't help but murmur when she saw those people crying.
Darian shook his head and sighed. "We don't have the right to laugh at people who did everything they could and still failed. Reality is cruel. Crying is just a way to release emotions, it doesn't an they've given up..."
As soon as he said that, a beast girl nearby who had been crying stood up under countless looks of contempt and walked away.
"After getting hurt, after enduring the pain, after crying, it's ti to wipe away the tears and move forward. Those destined to grow don't resent fate for being unfair, and they don't bla others for being indifferent to them. Even if this world hurts them ninety-nine tis, they'll still dare to embrace it for the hundredth ti, still believing this world is beautiful and loving it. Such people are true warriors, destined to rise one day."
Darian spoke while looking at that person's back. He seed to see himself again on Earth.
Back then, he had also been hurt and cried. He had been completely isolated in the darkness, afraid of everyone except his family. At that ti, he also couldn't see any light, but he still believed the world was full of sunlight.
The darkness in front of him wasn't caused by others blocking the sunlight, but by his own mind, which stopped him from seeing the light. The mont he stopped putting himself down and told the world to fuck off, deciding to fight with everything he had, everything around him changed; the dark clouds disappeared, and he felt the warmth of the world again. The condition was that everything depended on his own effort.
Darian's words moved everyone in the group. They enlightened them, showing a new perspective on the world. He was one of the youngest in the group, yet his gaze was like that of a transcendent sage.
The Darian at that mont felt like a completely different existence from what they had seen before. Just monts ago, he seed like a demon king who had descended upon the world. Before that, he seed like a simple human, soone everyone could talk to and even laugh with. The contrast between his sides shook their hearts. It was a feeling both dangerous and new, sothing that sparked everyone's curiosity.
Sotis he was humble and polite, other tis incredibly arrogant. When humble, he was like a modest scholar. But when arrogant, he seed like a local rogue. They couldn't figure out what his true personality was.
Darian noticed those looks and snorted. His personality really did change a lot; after all, he had mories from many lives, in which he thought and acted differently in each one. In the end, it was all his. Everyone would probably be the sa if they had the sa privilege he had.
After the announcent, all the disciples in the Arena moved toward the hundreds of exits. The final would happen after 24 hours.
After passing through the corridor, they were led by a Demon to a teleport inscription that would take them to the city's residential area. The city was well divided; all the outsiders who ca just to watch stayed in a region far away, so they wouldn't disturb the disciples.
When they arrived at their residence, Gildor, his wife, and the three Queens were waiting for them.
The five had indescribable expressions; even they didn't know what they were feeling. Reaching the top 1000 among so many was already unprecedented glory, and now... seven of them had actually made it into the top 100.
"You can celebrate," Darian said softly to those six while walking calmly toward his room.
Everyone took a deep breath. How could they celebrate while he was working? And besides… that young man's death right in front of them felt like a poisoned blade in their chests. The life of a cultivator was cruel, and anyone could die at any mont.
Even so… they tried to celebrate a little in his honor, promising that Heaven's Will would avenge him one day. Little did they know, that wish would co true literally, very soon.
After that, the six of them isolated themselves in their rooms to prepare.
anwhile... Darian focused on reading that Demon's mories.
After a few hours, he opened his eyes.
"Chaos Elental Sect..."
Darian spat out the na of the universe's number five organization.
He had clearly seen everything in those mories. The Leader of that sect was the one who most wanted to obtain the inheritances that were now in the Golden Crow Sect. That was because this sect was made up of a special race that had the ability to learn and use any kind of technique or power.
They were technically Heavenly Elental Spirits, but at the sa ti, they weren't. That was because they weren't born from the elents of life, but from the power of chaos.
Naturally, sothing like that was impossible to exist in any universe, even in the one Darian was in. The origins of that race ca from before the war of the past. It was Darian's own father, the current Heaven's Will, who created the first Heavenly Elental Spirit of Chaos.
That figure fought alongside him during the war. When everything ended, he founded this sect in the universe, creating a chanism that gave life to other anomalous Heavenly Elental Spirits like him.
The power of chaos was sothing primordial, the origin of all other energies. Because of that, every Chaos Heavenly Elental Spirit could benefit from all the inheritances.
But the people of that sect couldn't simply take those inheritances and use them. To avoid raising suspicion, they needed a long-term plan... which was completely destroyed when Darian wiped out the Healers of Heaven Sect.
Darian was certain. The universe's number five sect was actually the biggest supporter of the cultivators of the Evil Path and had helped them over ti to harvest those inheritances. Now they wanted them back.
"Great. Now I have a fat enough target to devour." Darian murmured slowly.
...
The hours passed calmly until the rest ti finally ended.
Darian walked out of his room. Outside, everyone was waiting for him anxiously.
When Gildor and the three Queens saw Darian, they instinctively felt sothing frightening.
Darian smiled when he saw their reaction. Obviously, this Celestial Tournant wasn't going to end the way everyone expected. A storm was about to happen.
"Hehe, looks like things are about to get fun." Minril was the only one who felt excited, even after realizing Darian's intentions.
Without saying anything, Darian moved, and everyone left the residence.
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