At first, Sun Wukong thought that with his transformation abilities, he could easily secure first place. However, he quickly realized he was mistaken. Everyone present had abilities beyond his expectations.
He had always believed that mastering the Seventy-Two Transformations was an incredible feat, but this competition wasn't just about the number of transformations one could perform. Instead, so unique and bizarre transformations could earn more points.
For example, Laozi's transformation into colorful clouds earlier had earned him a high score. Such transformations were beyond the capability of most immortals.
"As expected of Laozi—truly extraordinary," Sun Wukong thought.
Now, he was feeling a little uneasy. Though he knew many transformations, if he showcased sothing simple like turning into a fly or a mosquito, it would technically count as one of his transformations, but displaying such a skill here would only make him a laughingstock.
Clenching his teeth, Sun Wukong decided that even if he had to embarrass himself, he had to secure a ranking in this competition. He no longer aid for first place—just a decent position would be enough to satisfy him.
Plucking three monkey hairs from his body, he blew on them, and instantly, multiple identical clones of himself appeared. Each of these clones wielded a weapon, their deanor and appearance nearly indistinguishable from Sun Wukong himself.
In their hands, they held staffs that closely resembled his Ruyi Jingu Bang.
"Wukong, let show you a performance," said Patriarch Bodhi with a smile. "All of your transformation techniques were taught by , but you haven't yet surpassed your master. Let give you so pointers."
Hearing this, Sun Wukong felt humiliated. He clenched his teeth in frustration. "Master, you're really not giving any face at all," he thought.
"Co on, Master," he retorted. "If you think my performance is lacking, then show what you've got! I'd love to see your secret techniques."
Patriarch Bodhi chuckled and took a step forward. In an instant, his body split into several shadowy figures, flickering between illusion and reality. Sun Wukong felt dazzled—he could barely distinguish between the real and the false.
His master's transformation techniques were clearly far superior.
Sun Wukong sighed inwardly. "Looks like I'm dood to a lower ranking again."
Every ti the Golden List Livestream appeared, he hoped to secure a high rank, as it ca with generous rewards. Whenever others received prizes, he couldn't help but feel envious. But no matter how much he coveted those rewards, re desire wouldn't make them his. So things could be achieved through effort, but others required patience and long-term dedication.
Ever since he was born from stone, Sun Wukong hadn't actually spent much ti cultivating. He had always prided himself on his natural talent, but now, he was truly feeling the blow—his Seventy-Two Transformations were no longer as impressive as he once thought.
While everyone else was showing off their transformations, Ye Tian remained motionless, simply observing.
From what he had gathered, the Golden List Livestream had always been completely fair and impartial. Even if he chose not to perform, the Golden List would still assess his transformation abilities.
This was the mystery of the Golden List.
Since he understood this, Ye Tian wasn't nervous at all. He stood there calmly, as if indifferent, or perhaps simply silent.
As the saying goes, "Silence is golden." Sotis, staying quiet was perfectly normal.
Ye Tian was not soone who enjoyed showing off. Many immortals viewed him as reserved and taciturn, but those who had seen his past performances knew his true power.
He might not always display his abilities, but when he did, his feats were often earth-shattering—beyond anyone's imagination.
Now that most participants had finished their performances, Ye Tian smiled slightly.
"Looks like it's my turn," he thought. "Ti to show them my One Hundred and Eight Transformations."
Ye Tian had learned so transformations from Patriarch Bodhi, but he had also picked up various techniques from other immortals and demons.
By combining everything, he had mastered 108 different transformations.
At this mont, he seamlessly linked all his transformations together, creating a continuous sequence of vivid and spectacular images.
The surrounding immortals were stunned.
How could a single person rge so many transformations so fluidly?
Every transformation required a specific technique and ntal focus. Yet, Ye Tian effortlessly transitioned between them, as if juggling multiple complex techniques at once.
"Amazing! The champion of this Golden List Livestream is undoubtedly Ye Tian."
"Indeed! There's no suspense at all. With such incredible skills, it's only natural for him to take first place."
Taiyi Zhenren and Ancestor Minghe watched in awe.
Seeing Ye Tian flawlessly link so many transformations was like witnessing a sword master wield ten thousand blades, culminating in an ultimate technique—Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One.
His ability was akin to this, leaving those around him in pure admiration.
"Ye Tian's strength is simply overwhelming. Even if I trained for another ten thousand years, I wouldn't be able to surpass him," sighed Ancestor Minghe.
Taiyi Zhenren chuckled. "No need to feel discouraged. If you dedicate yourself to training, perhaps after a million years, you might surpass him!"
"A million years? Hah! Now you're just mocking . He is truly exceptional. I doubt anyone here can match him—especially when it cos to transformation techniques."
The immortals engaged in lively discussions.
Ye Tian's performance was simply too shocking—no one could compete with him in this arena.
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