Master Liudao Yuan's face remained impassive as he calmly turned his head back to continue watching the match on the high platform.

"The Heaven Lord is going to win."

"The two-hundred-year unbeaten legend will continue. It seems unlikely anyone will ever break it in the future..."

"Such a pity for this young man. If he were given a few more decades, the outcome of this battle might have been completely different. Unfortunately, he no longer has a chance. He is about to die..."

The Grandmasters on the high platform were also discussing this, their perception of the situation even clearer.

It was obvious. At this moment, Lu Yuan was at the end of his rope, just one step away from being crushed by the mighty Heavenly Palace above. Only that last step remained.

HUFF—

In a corner of the platform, Lu Yuan, left with only a tiny patch of ground to stand on, exhaled a long, turbid breath.

This breath carried a faint mist of blood.

He appeared to be severely injured.

His 2.5-meter-tall, perfect physique was covered with palm prints, fist imprints, and finger marks left by Heaven Lord Wu Chao.

His long, waterfall-like black hair lay disheveled across his body, resembling a tattered battle cape.

Yet, the expression on Lu Yuan's face remained calm.

Wu Chao was incredibly strong. His Heavenly Palace Sect's Martial Arts continuously struck Lu Yuan, leaving behind injuries imbued with Wu Chao's Martial Arts Intent. Even with Lu Yuan's current physique, these wounds would take time to heal.

But Lu Yuan kept his eyes lowered, choosing to ignore these superficial wounds. His entire focus was on the dramatic changes occurring within his body.

Within his chest, a thunderous rumble echoed; his internal organs glowed.

His Spiritual Power was as dense as mercury; his qi and blood surged like a mighty river.

In the center of his chest, countless bloodlines swirled, slowly transforming from a vortex into a sphere.

"Just a little more..." Lu Yuan murmured to himself.

His body was only one final step away from completing its transformation.

He could feel that his spirit, physique, and accumulation of Martial Arts knowledge had all reached a state of near saturation.

When water is full, it overflows.

Now, he only lacked that final drop to make his cup—himself—overflow.

His awareness returned to his surroundings, and Lu Yuan looked around.

At this moment, the high platform was almost entirely dominated by Heaven Lord Wu Chao's Power Field and phenomenon.

The grand and magnificent Heavenly Palace complex rested in the clouds above Lu Yuan's head.

Golden light poured down from the clear, azure sky, mingling with the rosy hues below, bathing the phenomenon in its radiance.

Wu Chao stood amidst this phenomenon, his figure lofty, appearing otherworldly.

As for Lu Yuan, he only had that small patch of ground left to stand on.

The phenomenon of the ancient city-state around him seemed lifeless.

Its former prosperity had completely vanished, leaving only a scene of decay, desolation, ruin, and deathly silence—much like Lu Yuan's current condition.

"Just... the final bit," Lu Yuan told himself.

"You are truly impressive," a grand, ethereal voice drifted from the Heavenly Palace phenomenon before him.

It was Wu Chao's voice.

Lu Yuan looked up, squinting at him.

He could discern Wu Chao's gentle yet piercing eyes.

Wu Chao appeared to be smiling.

"It has been a long time since anyone forced me to utilize the Heavenly Palace Sect techniques to this extent. So long, in fact... that I've almost forgotten the last time I performed this particular move."

"You've grown old," Lu Yuan stated calmly.

A soft chuckle emerged from the misty Heavenly Palace.

Ignoring Lu Yuan's remark, Wu Chao continued, "I know what you are waiting for. You're waiting for a breakthrough. You wish to use my hand to achieve it. Your Martial Arts are quite interesting..."

Wu Chao's gaze fell upon Lu Yuan. He said softly, "I can see that your Martial Arts and your current state are on the verge of a breakthrough. Don't worry, I will allow you to break through. I will grant you this opportunity you have longed for. Because..."

Wu Chao sighed, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy, "it has been a very long time since I've enjoyed myself as much as I have today."

Lu Yuan's eyes glinted.

The next second, he shot forward, piercing into Wu Chao's Power Field like a sharp blade.

The high platform was completely enveloped by Wu Chao's Grandmaster Power Field and saturated with the aura of the Heavenly Palace Sect's Martial Arts.

The intense pressure was as viscous as liquid, making every step Lu Yuan took forward incredibly difficult, as if he were struggling upstream against a torrential current.

Within the majestic, mist-wreathed Heavenly Palace, Wu Chao stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He calmly watched Lu Yuan painstakingly advance, as if observing an insect struggling to crawl before him.

Finally...

Lu Yuan closed in on Wu Chao and raised his fist.

Only then did Wu Chao move.

He casually lifted a finger and lightly tapped Lu Yuan between the eyebrows.

DING—

"Heavenly Palace Sect, Eighth Style—Entering Heaven!"

BOOM—

As Wu Chao tapped his finger, an incredibly magnificent, imposing, and majestic golden hall rapidly ascended from the Heavenly Palace phenomenon on the high platform.

The hall was named "Heaven."

With this, the final piece of the vast and magnificent Heavenly Palace complex seemed to be unveiled.

Its lofty, imposing aura, like that of an ancient immortal palace, instantly intensified more than tenfold.

BOOM!

Lu Yuan was sent flying backward as if struck by a cannonball.

He only managed to stagger to a halt and stabilize himself just as he was about to be flung off the edge of the high platform.

The fully revealed Heavenly Palace phenomenon now exuded an unparalleled, terrifying pressure.

It was as if the might of the heavens themselves bore down, layer upon layer, causing the surrounding air to visibly distort.

Even a mere glance caused the onlookers to feel an inexplicable sense of suffocation.

And Lu Yuan, caught within this immense pressure, seemed like an insect on the verge of being crushed to pulp.

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