An Elder of the Celestial Splendor Sect stepped forward, glanced at everyone present, and spoke loudly, "The Talent Test has ended, and now it's time for the official sparring to begin. First up will be the disciples in the Qi Cultivation Realm. All disciples in this Realm, gather at the Dragon Gazing Terrace!"

The Dragon Gazing Terrace was the sparring ground prepared by the Celestial Splendor Sect. The entire venue was equipped with numerous Arrays, and there were also prohibitive seals in place, allowing only those within the Qi Cultivation Realm to enter. Once the Qi Cultivation Realm disciples had finished, the seals would be lifted. This was also to ensure that no higher-level practitioners would take part. Such an incident had occurred fifty years ago: a mighty figure from a Sect, upon seeing his disciple crippled, rushed up immediately, killed the disciple who had sparred with his own, and also injured many other participating disciples. Since then, these prohibitive seals were established.

This meant that once on this arena, unless you admitted defeat, death was the only way out. Though called sparring, it was, in reality, a matter of life and death. The people of the Northern Wilderness seemed accustomed to this. After all, almost all of the older generation present had emerged alive from such contests. Admitting defeat isn't shameful; dying is the most tragic outcome.

So, such a contest is generally a gamble—a gamble for a brilliant future. If you win, both your own and your Sect's reputation soar, making you highly noticeable and famous throughout the Northern Wilderness, possibly even the entire world. If you lose, you are either criticized or you forfeit your life. For those involved, it's a double-edged sword.

But isn't the path of cultivation itself a huge gamble? Even fully aware of the dangers, they still chose to participate with relentless determination.

"Half Dream, don't embarrass yourself," Dung Beetle said with a smile, holding his Communication Ring. "The Qi Cultivation Realm is your home turf; if you lose here, that's really embarrassing."

"Shut your stinking mouth," Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life rolled his eyes and said, "Me, lose this sparring? You must not know the power of my Five-Element Cultivation."

Hearing this, Dung Beetle's eyes widened, and even Old Mo beside him cast a look of surprise.

Five-Element Cultivation? Has he gone mad? How many Contribution Points would that consume?

"Holy shit, Lord Half Dream is cultivating all five elements? No wonder Brother Xu chose him as the representative for the Qi Cultivation Realm!"

"Is this for real? Five-Element Cultivation must waste a lot of Contribution Points."

"Breakthroughs in cultivation Realms are typically determined by the Cultivation Technique one practices. Cultivating more, or more varied, techniques naturally consumes more Contribution Points."

"Five-Element Cultivation requires spending five times the Contribution Points. A Lord is indeed a Lord!"

"Even Under the Phoenix Tree of Lingxiao Hall only cultivates three elements, yet Lord Half Dream is actually cultivating all five—how terrifying!"

"..."

The players were all discussing this animatedly. After all, none of them could bear to waste so many Contribution Points. There's no need! These Contribution Points are practically cash! Isn't it too wasteful to spend them like that?

But Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life didn't care. As a Third Test Player, he lacked the advantage of innate Talent, and possessed no special Bloodline or Constitution. His only option was to find another way. Five-Element Cultivation was his choice. Only with Five-Element Cultivation could he possess greater power and stand out among the players. This Northern Wilderness Conference was his stage to shine. The stage had been set; now it was up to him to perform.

Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life strode confidently forward and stood among the Qi Cultivation Realm disciples.

Only then did the Elder of the Celestial Splendor Sect speak, "This sparring session is different from previous ones; we are using a battle royale format. Once you step onto the Dragon Gazing Terrace, your task will be to knock your opponents off the arena. If you face a life-threatening crisis, you can immediately concede defeat."

Hearing this, the faces of many Qi Cultivation Realm individuals changed.

"How is it different from the past?"

"A battle royale, eh? This means we can cooperate with our Senior Brothers first to eliminate others."

"Doesn't this rule just tell us to form alliances? It's so unfair to the factions with fewer members!"

"The Profound Yellow Sect only has one Disciple. Isn't he in great danger?"

"..."

This rule was clearly accepted by default, as none of the Elders and Sect Leaders standing in the stands had much to say about it. Battle royales had occurred in the past. Some of those present had even participated in such fights. It was just that battle royales were more brutal and very unfriendly towards factions with fewer members. However, wasn't this rule exactly what they wanted? If they could seize the opportunity to kill that once-in-a-millennium Disciple of the Profound Yellow Sect, wouldn't they profit immensely? Even if they couldn't kill him, eliminating him with serious injuries would still be a significant gain.

"Holy shit, this is playing dirty," Dung Beetle said with a dark expression, "Isn't this just a gang fight? Can Half Dream hold out?"

"You underestimate a player capable of Five-Element Cultivation," Old Mo explained, "Five-Element Cultivation means he has trained all five types of magic to a uniform standard and knows how to cast powerful spells. Within the same Realm, the power of someone with Five-Element Cultivation is no weaker than me, who has unlocked the Eight Gates Escape Armor. If Half Dream can unleash his ultimate move, clearing the stage in one second won't be a problem."

Upon hearing this, Dung Beetle was completely stunned.

Cultivating all five elements is that strong? TSK TSK. If I didn't owe a bunch of Contribution Points, I'd want to cultivate all five elements too. This kind of power boost is just too awesome. In the same Realm, matching Old Mo's power would be truly terrifying. Doesn't that mean Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life could also kill those of a higher Realm? So strong.

"Half Dream, don't embarrass us!" Dung Beetle shouted from below. "Get moving and knock all these bastards down! I want to see you clear the stage in a second! Show them how strong you really are!"

Hearing this, the Qi Cultivation Realm people were thoroughly pissed.

What does he mean by that? Is he looking down on us Qi Cultivators? Even if he's a once-in-a-millennium talent, so what? With so many of us attacking together, forget about winning; whether he can survive is another question entirely.

Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life turned with a dark expression and said, "You son of a bitch! If you keep drawing their ire towards me, I'll come down from this stage and slaughter you!"

He's losing it! He's seriously losing it! Dung Beetle immediately got a kick out of this, as stepping down now would mean defeat. If you lose, Brother Xu's foot will be coming down on you.

After calming himself, Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life took a deep breath and said, "He may be annoying, but he's right. I will eliminate all of you!"

Instantly, all the Qi Cultivation Disciples on the Dragon Gazing Terrace were infuriated.

"Such big talk! You dare to be so arrogant all by yourself?"

"You're courting death! Watch as I take you down in one move!"

"So what if you're a once-in-a-millennium talent? Killing you will be as easy as slaughtering a dog!"

"What damn Profound Yellow Sect! You're nothing but arrogant trash! What waves can one person like you possibly make!"

"..."

As the Celestial Splendor Sect Elder retreated, the Qi Cultivation Disciples all readied themselves for action. At that moment, it seemed they shared a common target: Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life! Eliminating him was their primary goal!

Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life was unabashed, immediately lifting his hand to perform magic hand signs with such blazing speed it dazzled the onlookers.

"Wood Escape - Tree Sea Advent!"

As he uttered the incantation, the ground of the Dragon Gazing Terrace began to shake violently, and cracks appeared across its surface. From these cracks, vibrant green trees, yet exuding an ominous aura, sprouted and grew rapidly before their very eyes. In the blink of an eye, the entire Dragon Gazing Terrace was enveloped by trees. He had effortlessly created a forest!

Even the Lords in the stands who were watching the excitement were thoroughly shocked by this display.

"How is this possible? What Cultivation Technique is this?"

"Such a feat is beyond even me; this young man can create a forest with a mere wave of his hand."

"Something is off. These trees seem connected to that kid's aura, like the relationship between an Array and its core!"

"Do you mean to say that this kid has taken over the Dragon Gazing Terrace? Then aren't our disciples like lambs trapped in a pen?"

"..."

The spectators sensed something amiss with the trees on the Dragon Gazing Terrace, and their expressions grew serious. What on earth was going on? It was clearly supposed to be a situation where they held complete dominance, so why were their disciples the ones being overwhelmed? Were so many people trapped by just one move?

"Now, I'm in charge of the field!" Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life grinned, his eyes filled with confidence.

He could have used his wood-grafting technique to instantly kill everyone present, but he didn't want to be so brutal. He was very much a peace-lover!

The next moment, a figure flew out from amongst the trees, crashing down violently.

"Junior Brother Wang!" A Senior Brother from one of the Sects recognized him and hurriedly rushed forward to help him up.

Junior Brother Wang, his face etched with terror, stammered, "Monsters! Tree monsters! Those trees are alive! They threw me out!"

No sooner had he spoken than another figure was flung out. Then, like dumplings being tossed from a boiling pot, figures were ejected one after another.

Dung Beetle, witnessing the scene, couldn't help but swallow hard and said, "Holy crap, is Wood Escape this amazing? This is way stronger than Half-Leaf's Wood Escape, isn't it?"

"Heh, my Wood Escape hasn't reached this level yet. Half Dream has quietly risen to prominence, huh."

"Boss, my Wood Escape can't compare to his. It looks like I'm going to lose the title of 'Number One Wood Escape User'."

"If his Wood Escape is this powerful, then wouldn't his other four elemental magic abilities also be strong enough to crush us?"

"Damn, now you're scaring me. No wonder Old Mo said that, in the same Realm, Half Dream's power could match his own."

"..."

Listening to the conversation on the Communication Ring, Old Mo furrowed his brows tightly. Only after a long while did he speak in a grave tone, "What I said earlier wasn't entirely comprehensive. Now that I've seen his true power, I feel that if we were in the same Realm, and I couldn't kill him in a single blow, I would probably lose!"

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