Immortal Starry Sky

"These are the powerful figures of the first stage."

Wang Xu quickly locked his gaze onto a blue-robed figure with a chiseled face.

Ning Haotian.

Ning Haotian, who had ascended to the Peak Initial Celestial God Realm, was fully capable of vying for the first stage.

At the peak Initial Celestial God Realm, he had the qualifications to compete, but his strength was still no match for the other geniuses at the peak of the Initial Celestial God Realm. With reluctance, he had to settle for the second stage.

Seeing Ning Haotian, a fierce look flashed in Wang Xu's eyes, and his fist silently clenched.

The Seven Luminaries, over thirty geniuses at the peak of the Initial Celestial God Realm, all headed straight for the summit, aiming for the first stage hidden within the clouds.

"Let's go!"

The surging crowd in front gradually thinned out.

The disheartened Divine Sect disciples and Star Sect disciples with insufficient strength wisely chose to withdraw, giving up on the Celestial Ascension.

For these weaker disciples, failing to secure a place on the Celestial Tier would only mean sacrificing their lives in vain.

"Let's go. I'll follow right behind you. If it doesn't work out, we'll just give up and leave!"

The plump fellow was only the strongest at the White Hole Level, not even in the Mixed Universe Realm, and lacked the strength to compete for the third stage.

Han Qing'Er, Rou Lin, Xin Wan Senior Sister, and others followed behind Wang Xu, stepping onto the jade-white stairs, advancing step by step.

Clang...

A war had already erupted on the celestial stage of geniuses.

It was as if they had returned to ancient Earth, where the martial artists, relying solely on their mortal bodies, charged forth wielding cold weapons, exhibiting formidable bravery as their battle cries echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Blood splattered as cold weapons without any Primordial Qi fluctuations pierced soft bodies and were pulled out again, stained with fresh blood.

The brave and mighty martial artists fought with bloodshot eyes, their bodies drenched in hot blood.

The crowd intermingled, distinguishing allies and foes by their Star Sect attire. Anyone attempting to seize the third stage would join the war.

Many disciples turned pale with fright upon witnessing this.

They backed away repeatedly, watching the fierce battle from afar, promptly choosing to give up.

They were scared.

This war, where death could come at any moment, and where they might not even know who killed them, instilled fear in these disciples who had never witnessed such scenes.

"Wang Xu, maybe... maybe we should just leave. The war there is too intense. If they mistake us for intruders, wouldn't we be throwing our lives away?"

The plump fellow also felt some fear, his small eyes revealing unease, and his steps became hesitant and slow.

He had only come to participate in the Celestial Ascension out of curiosity.

The Imperial Extreme Divine Sect mandated that every disciple, regardless of realm, must participate.

The plump fellow thought it was fun and wanted to join in on the excitement.

But upon witnessing such terrifying warfare and slaughter, he immediately felt like retreating.

He didn't want to recklessly throw his life away; he still had infinite great times ahead to enjoy!

"You temporarily leave the stage. As long as you're not on the stage, they won't bother you."

The plump fellow nodded; he was truly scared. Those scenes of flesh flying everywhere were something this pampered young master had never encountered before.

"What about you all?"

Wang Xu looked back at the three women.

"I came this time to compete for a place on the third stage."

Han Qing'Er took a step forward, standing below Wang Xu, looking up at him seriously.

After returning from Li Long Palace, Han Qing'Er focused on her cultivation and broke through to the Demigod Chaos Realm.

Many disciples were at the Demigod Chaos Realm, and Han Qing'Er, as the direct disciple of the Seven Luminaries elder, had some strength. Competing for the third stage was more than fitting.

"I'm not as strong as Senior Sister Qing'Er, but I want to give it a try."

Rou Lin said.

She knew her strength wasn't enough to reach the third stage, but seeing Han Qing'Er and Wang Xu so close, she couldn't help but muster up the courage, risking her life, to follow Wang Xu.

"Last time I was just one step away from reaching the third stage. This time, Wang Xu, you have to help me!"

Xin Wan Senior Sister playfully winked.

Wang Xu glanced at the three of them before turning around.

"If you want to reach the third stage, follow me."

Wang Xu's words made the three women's eyes light up.

With Shi Yubai looking on enviously, the group headed for the third stage.

...

"Get out of the way, all of you! Anyone who dares covet my senior brother's spot is courting death!"

"Fight to protect senior brother's position on the stage!"

"As long as we're here, anyone who takes a step forward will lose their life!"

All seventy-two disc seats on the third stage were now full.

Almost every seat was surrounded by a large number of disciples acting as supporters, making it impenetrable, while warding off disciples who wanted to seize a position.

To occupy a seat on the stage, and to secure the position, one must stay seated for three full hours without leaving.

Many coveted the third stage, so to avoid failing by leaving the seat, each stage disciple would enlist a large number of disciples to fend off those trying to seize the seat.

These guardian disciples didn't need to have high realms; ordinary Mixed Universe Realm would suffice.

Thus, as long as there were enough people, once the numbers game came into play, it was impossible to overthrow the seated disciples in a short time unless an extremely powerful individual emerged who could overpower a hundred by themselves.

The war began to calm, and all the disciples who wanted to compete for the stage were deep in thought.

A solo battle is impossible.

This is the Celestial Tier, and unless there's a significant realm difference, the gap between disciples is minimal.

The opponent has many protectors, and without enough numbers, trying to seize a position is as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Unless... there are more of us than him!

Disciples with ulterior motives didn't rush to fight; instead, they began recruiting others with the same ambition.

As long as the numbers rise, we can surely seize a position!

"Brother, are you interested in joining us? If we join forces, we can overthrow the guy in position sixty-three. Once I sit on that position, I'll help you overthrow another. What do you say?"

A gray-robed scarred youth blocked Wang Xu's path, lowering his voice so that Wang Xu and the three women could hear him.

The three women exchanged glances and nodded.

This method is not bad. With a numbers advantage, they can firmly secure the staircase position.

The scarred youth, surprised by the beauty of the three women, recognized one of them as the renowned Han Qing'Er of the Imperial Extreme Divine Sect. He couldn't help but be intrigued, certain that this black-robed man must have some strength; otherwise, how could even Han Qing'Er follow him?

"How about it? I've already gathered over sixty fellow disciples. With you, we have a ten percent chance to overthrow sixty-three!"

The scarred youth continued to persuade.

"No need."

Wang Xu said indifferently.

The scarred youth's face darkened. Despite lowering himself so much, he still refused to join?

"Brother, if you want to compete for the third tier position, this might be your only chance. Miss out now, and it's gone. You should think it over carefully."

The scarred youth's eyes flashed as he spoke in a low voice.

"I don't need it."

Wang Xu mercilessly refused the scarred youth again.

"You..."

The scarred youth was about to lose his temper. How dare he be so disrespectful?

But seeing Han Qing'Er and thinking of her formidable master, he grudgingly shook his head and left with a flick of his sleeve.

"Wang Xu, he's Brother Miao from the Taichu Star Sect. He's strong. With him and over sixty disciples, our chances of competing for the tier position would be much higher!"

Senior Sister Xin Wan urged.

"This person is untrustworthy."

Wang Xu simply said and continued forward.

Senior Sister Xin Wan was puzzled. Brother Miao was known in the Taichu Star Sect for his helpful nature. How could he be untrustworthy?

She didn't know how formidable Wang Xu's perception strength was at this moment.

With a concentrated mind, the whole world froze, enough to catch the subtle movements on the scarred youth's face. These subtle movements told Wang Xu that the scarred youth was not trustworthy.

Moreover, with Wang Xu's current strength, why would he need to cooperate with the scarred youth?

Along the way, many others came to invite Wang Xu and his companions.

But all were mercilessly refused by Wang Xu.

"... Brother, hold on!"

A disciple who was inviting Wang Xu changed his expression and raised his voice when he saw Wang Xu taking a few steps forward.

"Brother, don't say I didn't warn you. If you keep going, it's clear that you want to compete for the tier position. If you insist on not listening, there will be big trouble!"

Not only did this disciple's face become vicious, but all the disciples around them glared at Wang Xu with hostility.

"Wang Xu..."

Facing so many gaze fixated hostility, the weakest among them, Rou Lin, became frightened, involuntarily moving closer to Wang Xu and grabbing his clothes, not daring to relax.

Outside, Rou Lin would never be afraid; she would definitely fight without fear in a great battle.

But stripped of her realm, becoming a mortal body, Rou Lin appeared as a fragile woman in front of these disciples, enough to kill her on the spot!

Wang Xu glanced around at the hostile martial artists.

Slap!

He suddenly backhanded, slapping a disciple beside him directly.

"You!"

The burning pain erupted; the disciple became dizzy, slapped so hard by Wang Xu that he didn't even know where north was. When he regained his composure, he immediately got furious.

"Kill him!"

At the disciple's call, more than a dozen disciples who had been lurking rushed at Wang Xu fiercely.

Rou Lin was shocked, Senior Sister Xin Wan and Han Qing'Er's expressions changed, preparing to act.

Conversely, Wang Xu stayed in place, unmoved, as if he was completely unaware.

However, just as these attacks were less than ten centimeters from him, the entire world suddenly froze.

The clouds stopped flowing, and everyone turned into statues. The poses and movements of the disciples attacking Wang Xu seemed eternal, not moving an inch.

Wang Xu pushed out a palm, landing lightly on the chest of the foremost disciple, and the disciple's chest immediately caved in with a palm imprint.

He then kicked out, striking the twisted face of another disciple, and the disciple's face immediately changed shape.

Every disciple was marked by Wang Xu in a different way.

The world returned to normal.

Thud thud thud...

Only a few thudding sounds were heard, and all the disciples attacking Wang Xu suddenly flew back! (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)