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Thunder surged. The once calm heavens now seed to rage with the fury of a thunder god. Xu Zimo was in a strange, transcendent state. A mysterious aura surged around him, identical to that of the blue figure nearby, as if the two were about to rge. His montum grew heavier and more powerful by the mont. Above, the gathering thunder tribulation had reached its critical peak, ready to strike at any instant.
“What’s happening to the Master…?” asked Seven-Face, eyes wide.
“This is the tribulation, Master is about to advance to Saint Sovereign,” Paimon said excitedly. “He’s grasped enlightennt.”
“We must guard him,” he added solemnly. “At this ti, no disturbance can be allowed.”
The other Infernal Archons nodded in agreent, surrounding Xu Zimo in a tight circle so not even a fly could get through.
Xu Zimo felt as if he were drifting between worlds, imrsed in a realm of pure law. The first stage of the Saint Sovereign realm was known as Supre Giant. Those who attained it stood at the peak, transcendent, sovereign, and supre. He was now stepping into that domain.
Inside his body, spirit energy churned violently, and his tenth ridian gate began to tremble. It was as if an ocean’s worth of power was crashing against a dam, trying to burst through. Normally, cultivators used divine arts to impact their ridian gates, only comprehending Primal Dao after entering the Saint Sovereign realm. But Xu Zimo was different, his sea of Primal Dao itself was what hamred against the gate.
Boom, boom, boom!
Deafening sounds ca from within his body. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The force of this impact was imnse, enough to injure his organs, but such damage was nothing new to him.
That blue figure beside him was born of pure Primal Dao power, and through its presence Xu Zimo had gained even deeper insight into the Primal Dao themselves. He remained calm and unhurried. Breaking into the Saint Sovereign realm was no easy feat, better to take it slow than to err. Ti and again, he controlled the ocean of Primal Dao inside him, crashing it against the ridian gate.
Even as blood soaked his insides and his organs shattered, he persisted without hesitation. No one knew how long it took, perhaps hours, perhaps days. His mind grew numb, all thoughts fading away until only the instinct to break through remained.
A sharp crack echoed. Inside, the tenth ridian gate fractured like glass, covered in fissures and about to shatter completely.
Now was no ti to stop. Xu Zimo poured all his strength into one final surge.
Thunder roared inside his body. The ocean of Primal Dao erupted in a flood, and with one last push, the ridian gate broke open completely. The sea of Primal Dao poured into it, filling and transforming it. Xu Zimo’s power rose sharply, his inner world expanded.
Within his sea of consciousness, his Life-Death Soul, condensed once before from the spirit of the Violet Mist Saint Sovereign, now glowed brilliantly. Having stepped into the Saint Sovereign realm, he could now form another Life-Death Soul. As the tenth gate opened, a second one began to take shape, radiant and divine.
Xu Zimo had no intention of hiding his soul. Many said that as long as one’s Life-Death Soul survived, a Saint Sovereign could never truly die, but he knew better. His enemies were far beyond that level. If soone truly wished to kill him, no hiding place would protect him. So instead, he decided, why not forge two? With twin souls, he could beco an invincible Saint Sovereign. And with his countless trump cards, who could truly say who would fall in the end?
He slowly opened his eyes. A trace of saintly might flashed in them.
“Supre Giant,” he murmured to himself. “I’ve finally reached this step.”
The power coursing through him was dozens of tis stronger than before, and still climbing.
“Master, congratulations on reaching the Saint Sovereign realm,” Paimon and the others said with smiles.
“It’s nothing,” Xu Zimo replied calmly. “The road ahead is long. I’ll only feel secure when I reach Infinite Dao. By the way,” he asked suddenly, “how long was I in seclusion?”
“One and a half days,” Paimon replied. “Normally, others take three to seven days to break through. But this is the God World, everything bends to your will. With no heavenly tribulation and no cosmic interference, your success was guaranteed.”
“I wonder how far the tournant has progressed,” Xu Zimo muttered.
He left the God World and returned to his room in the inn. Morning light stread through the window, the sky was already bright. Outside his door, Liu Huohuo and the others stood waiting anxiously. When Xu Zimo finally opened the door, they all sighed in relief.
“My ancestor, if you hadn’t co out any sooner, they’d have disqualified you!” Liu Huohuo exclaid, grabbing his arm. “Co on, we have to hurry, you might still make it!”
“It’s already started?” Xu Zimo asked.
“It started long ago!” she said, nearly dragging him along. “You set up a barrier on your room, I couldn’t open it. I had no choice but to wait.”
Xu Zimo rembered setting the ward. He’d known he was on the verge of advancing, so he had sealed the room to avoid interruptions.
“Where’s Holy Lord Zhang?” he asked.
“He’s already there. His match was scheduled early,” Liu Huohuo replied. “You’re lucky, your turn is later, so it’s fine if you’re late.”
The two rushed toward the central arena of the Chaos Fire God Realm. Deep beneath the molten landscape, the arena was vast beyond asure, a world of blazing magma and hovering platforms.
“Where’s Xu Zimo?!” a voice shouted from the stage. “If he doesn’t appear now, he’ll be disqualified!”
Even from a distance, Xu Zimo and Liu Huohuo could hear the announcent.
“There he is!” Liu Huohuo called, waving. “Just in ti!”
As Xu Zimo walked toward the platform, all eyes turned to him. In such an important tournant, every other competitor had arrived early. For soone to arrive late was unheard of.
“He’s putting on quite the act,” soone muttered. “His opponent is Yan Dao, right?”
“Just showing off,” another sneered. “Probably a one-round elimination.”
The referee’s expression darkened when Xu Zimo finally reached the stage.
“I’ll let it go this ti,” he warned coldly. “But if you’re late again, you’ll be disqualified.”
Xu Zimo stepped onto the arena.
……
anwhile, in a vast palace floating in the void, a group of red-robed figures watched the match through a projection.
“So that’s the youth who killed Ba Xia?” one asked.
“Blade Tyrant destroyed the Bridge of Heartfire just to assassinate him?” another murmured.
“We’ll discuss Blade Tyrant’s case later, we don’t have proof,” said a third. “For now, the competition takes priority.”
“Let’s observe him first,” said the elder at the head. “If he shows no potential, then Blade Tyrant’s death is no great loss.”
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