Young Martial God

In the 29th year, he killed Mo, who was at the sixth level of the Tranquil Stage realm. What a joke!    

"The Heavenly Spirit Conference is about to begin. His goal is the Heavenly Spirit Conference. Bring him back."    

"Otherwise, don't come back."    

The fog churned, and the voice that came from it was filled with coldness. It caused everyone to be terrified, and their pupils shrank.    

"Yes, yes."    

Everyone replied in unison.    

When everyone raised their heads, the ball of mist disappeared without a trace.    

...    

The Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm had been full of undercurrents during this period of time.    

The Heavenly Spirit Conference was a top event in the Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm. Even the Seven Spirit Sect had arrived.    

It could be considered a ranking among the Spirit Sect.    

Those who participated in the training were all outstanding talents of the younger generation of the Spirit Sect. What kind of ranking would they be able to obtain? This meant that the dignity of the Spirit Sect belonged to them.    

Moreover, so long as one was able to enter the top 10, then one would be able to obtain a bountiful material reward.    

The seven great Spirit Sect's actions were sufficient to cause everyone to descend into a state of madness.    

This grand event attracted the attention of the other martial artists as well.    

Although they could not participate, it was also a blessing to be able to take a look at one's style.    

The Grand Void Stage was the peak of the Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm, the Great Void Mountain.    

The Heavenly Spirit Conference was held here.    

In the Seven Spirit Sect, the Sword Spirit Sect had occupied the first place for a thousand years. The Spirit Enforcement Union was ranked second, the Mist Spirit Sect was ranked third, the Heavenly Spirit Sect was ranked fourth, the Void Spirit Sect was ranked fifth, the Myriad Spirit Sect was ranked sixth, and the Tyrant Spirit Sect was ranked last.    

The rule of this meeting was that the participants would enter the Virtualized realm to practice and compete for the identity token, regardless of life or death.    

For a month, the ranking would be based on the number of cards.    

The ranking would be divided according to the number of identity tokens, and the top ten generals would challenge one after another to ascend the Virtualized realm Stage.    

This was not the most attractive. It was said that there was a realm heart of Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm hidden within. Those who stood on the Tai Xu Stage had a certain chance of triggering this will and obtain great benefits.    

When the will descended, the benefits would be unimaginable. Without a doubt, it would be like ascending to the heavens in a single bound.    

Therefore, the sects and sects all went all out to train in the Heavenly Spirit Conference. None of them dared to slack off in the slightest. Everyone's goal was to rank on the Great Void Stage.    

At the peak of the Grand Illusionary Mountain.    

It was as if it had been cut flat by a sword.    

At the peak of the mountain, there was a towering platform. A surge of power emanated from it, and an ancient aura spread out from it.    

This was the Tai Xu Platform. It was said that it had existed since the creation of the Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm. It was the closest place to the heart of the Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm.    

The Tai Xu Platform had a total of ten levels. Each level had a height of three hundred meters. It was like a giant pillar that shot up into the sky.    

At this moment, on the vast mountain peak, the Seven Spirit Sect each occupied a region.    

The higher ups gathered in one place. Some stood upright while others sat in the air, looking at a crystal tablet beside the Tai Xu Stage.    

On the tablet, names were carved one after another. It was actually the one hundred people who had obtained the most identity cards at the moment.    

The identity cards that the practitioners obtained in the Grand Void Stage would all be reflected on the crystal tablet.    

The one who temporarily took the first place was the disciple of the Sword Spirit Sect - Feng Xun.    

Feng Xun was the number two figure in the Sword Spirit Sect who was only inferior to Yanyu Jiangnan. He was also known as the Sword Spirit Sect's number two.    

Yanyu Jiangnan had disappeared, and Feng Xun naturally replaced Yanyu Jiangnan's position in the sect.    

Although he was still lacking compared to Yanyu Jiangnan, he did not disappoint the Sword Spirit Sect.    

Sect Master of the Sword Spirit Sect looked at the number one spot on the Ranking of Tyrants for a few days and a smile appeared on his face.    

The second spot was Du Peng of the Misty Spirit Sect.    

The third spot was Ye Ling of the Heavenly Spirit Sect.    

The fourth was Xue Nai of the Spirit Enforcer Sect.    

The fifth was Nangong Huanxue of the Heavenly Spirit Sect.    

...    

"It seems like the Heavenly Spirit Sect came prepared. They actually took two seats."    

Sect Master of the Sword Spirit Sect swept his gaze across the crystal monument and looked at Sect Master of the Heavenly Spirit Sect with a faint smile.    

A hint of complacency appeared in Sect Master's eyes. He chuckled and said, "Not at all. The Sword Spirit Sect is the number one sect. They have a lot of talented people."    

"Is that so?"    

Sect Master of the Sword Spirit Sect laughed heartily.    

"You can't say that. It's only been eight days. It's not even the last moment yet. Who knows who will be the winner?" Sect Master glanced at Sect Master from the Heavenly Spirit Sect with a hint of anger in his eyes.    

"I hope I can meet the people from your sect in the end."    

The Heavenly Spirit Sect and the Misty Spirit Sect had always been at odds with each other. Sect Master from the Heavenly Spirit Sect didn't want to give them any face, so he just smiled.    

"Sure."    

Sect Master from the Misty Spirit Sect waved his sleeves and walked to the side.    

This place was filled with Sect Master from various sects, including cultivator of Tranquil Stage warriors. They were considered the most outstanding people in Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm.    

Over thirty experts were emitting an invisible aura that stirred up the wind and clouds, causing all the disciples to be filled with respect.    

"It's been a year. Yanyu should have come out of seclusion. This grand event of the Heavenly Spirit Gathering might not be able to move his heart."    

Thinking of the most outstanding disciple of the Sword Spirit Sect, a hint of pride appeared on Sect Master's face.    

Outsiders only knew that there was no news of Yanyu Jiangnan. There were even people who guessed that Yanyu Jiangnan had met with misfortune. Only he knew that Yanyu Jiangnan had entered the Nine Domains to cultivate.    

Among the thirty Tranquil Stage warriors, there were two Tyrant Spirit Sect warriors standing at the edge of the battlefield.    

At this moment, Sect Master of the Tyrant Spirit Sect was looking at the crystal monument. Out of the top one hundred, only three from the Tyrant Spirit Sect had entered.    

He couldn't bear to look at them directly.    

A trace of bitterness appeared in his eyes.    

Ever since the incident in the Spirit Summoning Sect's ruins, the Spirit Summoning Sect's ruins had collapsed, and the top experts of the Tyrant Spirit Sect had been buried in it.    

From this moment onwards, the Tyrant Spirit Sect had fallen into a long time of crisis.    

Three to four years had passed, and the Tyrant Spirit Sect had yet to recover its vitality. In the younger generation, there were only two or three that were barely able to make it in.    

However, compared to the other Spirit Sects, it was a terrible sight to behold.    

In the past Heavenly Spirit Conference, the Tyrant Spirit Sect would have a place in the top ten. However, this time, Sect Master of the Tyrant Spirit Sect no longer held any hope.    

Young geniuses were the future of the sect.    

In order to recover their previous strength, the Tyrant Spirit Sect still needed to recuperate for a hundred years.    

"Nangong Xuan and Nangong Qi are already the strongest in our sect, but they are still lacking compared to the other Spirit Sects."    

Sect Master of Tyrant Spirit Sect stared at the 15th and 31st place on the monument and sighed helplessly.    

"That Nangong Huanxue from Nine Empyrean Palace seems to be from the same race as them." An elder behind said.    

Sect Master of Tyrant Spirit Sect looked at Nangong Huanxue, who was ranked sixth, with a helpless expression.    

He looked at Ye Ling, who was ranked third, and a figure appeared in his mind.    

If that person did not die, he should be able to enter the top three.    

Ye Zhi, Ye Ling.    

He let out a long sigh. He had already made up his mind. After this meeting ended, Tyrant Spirit Sect would seal the sect and concentrate on training. Once they recovered their vitality, they would open the sect again.    

"The Heavenly Spirit Conference is a major event in this world. Why is Qi Dao and Sect Master so worried?"    

A strange voice sounded, causing Qi Dao to frown.    

A middle-aged man walked over. He was none other than Sect Master Luo Village of the Myriad Spirit Sect.    

The Tyrant Spirit Sect and Myriad Spirit Sect were ranked sixth and seventh. In the past, they had always been at loggerheads with each other.    

The rankings of the two great sects had been constantly changing. They were ranked last, or the Myriad Spirit Sect was ranked last.    

This time, an accident had happened in the Tyrant Spirit Sect. The Myriad Spirit Sect was delighted.    

"Sigh, I feel sorry for what happened in your sect. The Tyrant Spirit Sect is so big, but dozens of geniuses have all died."    

Luo Xin said with regret.    

However, anyone could hear the sarcasm in his words.    

He had no good intentions.    

When Luo Village said these words, he just wanted to add insult to injury.    

Qi Dao's expression did not change. A trace of coldness appeared in his eyes. He glanced at Luo Xin and said indifferently, "I will not trouble Luo Sect Master."    

Luo Village smiled. His gaze swept over the crystal tablet. After searching for a while, he said curiously, "Strange. I did not see anyone from your sect on the tablet."    

"Here, there are seventeen people in a row, and thirty-three people in a row. My God. Out of the hundred, only two people from your sect were selected. Qi Dao, Sect Master, it seems like you have to teach them a lot."    

A fake sincerity appeared on Luo Yuan's face as he sighed.    

Luo Sect Master, are you here to make fun of me? If that's the case, then congratulations. You will achieve your goal. " Can Luo Sect Master leave now? "    

Qi Dao looked at Luo Village with a cold expression. His undisguised words made Luo Village feel awkward.    

However, when he heard Qi Dao's harsh words, his face turned green. He glared at Qi Dao and snorted coldly. "There is no need for Qi Dao to worry about our sect's matters."    

"Oh, then I wish your sect good results."    

Luo Xiangxiang sneered. He flicked his sleeves and quickly left.    

"Luo Xiang."    

Qi Dao stared at Luo Xin's figure with anger in his eyes. He clenched his fist tightly, causing cracks to appear in the surrounding void.    

Qi Dao and Luo Xiang.Sect Master heard Qi Dao and Luo Xiang.Edited by: Lifer, Fingerfox    

However, when they saw Qi Dao's figure, their faces were filled with ridicule.    

They all knew about the Tyrant Spirit Sect. This time, they would really lose face.    

As one of the seven great Spirit Sect, if they didn't even enter the top eleven, then they would really lose all of their face in the Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm.    

The relationship between the seven great spiritual sects was based on benefits.    

Seeing the decline of the sects, the other sects were also happy to watch the show.    

Below was the area where the disciples of the Tyrant Spirit Sect were located.    

The leaders were three Unforgetful Stage elders, and among them were Ye Zhi's acquaintances, Ling Mooh and Qin Yue.    

Compared to the excitement of the disciples of other sects, the Tyrant Spirit Sect was obviously far from being able to match their excitement. It could be described as a pool of stagnant water.    

The group of disciples looked at the crystal monument with dejected expressions. Their eyes were filled with bitterness, unwillingness, and resentment...    

"I heard that the elites of the Tyrant Spirit Sect were completely wiped out in the remains of the Spirit Summoning Sect. It's been three years. I can't believe it."    

"That's right. I was shocked when I heard this news. That's an elite of the Spirit Sect."    

"What a pity. As one of the Seven Spirit Sect, only two of them were selected to be the top hundred. Truly."    

"Just look at the faces of those people from the Tyrant Spirit Sect. They are as dejected as a defeated rooster. They don't have any imposing manner. Heh."    

...    

The disciples of the other sects would occasionally glance at the disciples of the Tyrant Spirit Sect. They would discuss softly with each other. Their words of ridicule were more apt than words.    

These words entered the ears of the disciples of the Tyrant Spirit Sect, causing them to glare at them angrily, wishing that they could tear them apart.    

However, they suppressed their anger.    

Before coming here, Sect had already told them not to stir up trouble.    

The current Tyrant Spirit Sect was different from the past. Even the capital of the Seven Spirit Sect was about to be lost.    

The three leading elders looked at the crystal tablet with embarrassment.    

"Nangong Xuan, Nangong Qi, they are our hope. As long as one of them can enter the top ten, this trip will be worth it."    

Ling Mooh clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth.    

"This is also very difficult. There is still a huge gap between them and the first tier." Qin Yue sighed bitterly.    

"Could it be that the heavens want the Tyrant Spirit Sect to die?"    

Ling Mooh let out a long sigh, his expression gloomy.    

At this moment, all three of them were silent. Dozens of the most powerful geniuses had died in the inheritance of the Spirit Summoning Sect. This could be considered a heavy blow to the Tyrant Spirit Sect.    

Even now, the Tyrant Spirit Sect had yet to find out what had happened that caused the ruins of the Spirit Summoning Sect to collapse.    

"Uncle Mu, is he still alive?"    

A trembling voice was heard, causing Ling Mooh and the other two to be startled.    

Ling Mooh slowly turned his head. Baili Tong's face was pale and her entire body was suffused with a faint sadness. She helplessly sighed.    

Ye Zhi's shadow appeared in his mind.    

That bastard... what a pity.    

Ling Mooh stared at Baili Tong with a trace of sympathy on his face.    

Ever since the incident in the Spirit Summoning Sect, Baili Tong seemed to have changed into a different person. She lost her usual happiness and was immersed in sorrow all day long.    

"Tong, it's been three years. Let bygones be bygones."    

Ling Mooh sighed and looked at Baili Tong lovingly.    

He really could not bear to see Baili Tong continue to be so dispirited.    

"I keep feeling that he is still alive. Although I cannot explain why, I just have this feeling."