Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Lin Chen, on stage, was naturally unaware of He Yunzheng's ulterior motives; he was currently busy dealing with the next team.

With Zuo Qianqiu's genuine stimulation, the rogue cultivators moved with astonishing speed.

As soon as Du Qifeng got the sword manual, two teams rushed up to the stage at the same time, crowding together on the stage.

Ultimately, it was Liang Kuan, the host, who personally intervened and ruled that the team on the left should go first, thus ending the dispute.

The remaining team was led by a lean, middle-aged man who was not tall, but as soon as he stepped onto the stage, a heavy sense of oppression spread from the soles of his feet.

"I am Liu He, a rogue cultivator, and I have brought nine friends to seek your guidance." Liu He clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying little, but his gaze swept over Lin Chen from head to toe like an eagle's.

Lin Chen nodded, pointing the sword tip downwards, and made a starting gesture.

This configuration is completely different from that of the Tianyun Sect.

There was no one like Du Qifeng who charged head-on; the three in the front row were all agile speed-type Law users, wielding scimitars, heavy swords, and heavy halberds.

The back row was filled with control-type spells: ice, slow, gravity, restraint... one after another, densely packed onto Lin Chen.

Lin Chen felt the difference the moment he took his first step.

It felt like stepping into a mud pit. The gravitational field made his legs feel heavier, and then a layer of frost appeared on the ground, spreading upwards along his feet.

He clicked his tongue. Was he trying to control me from beginning to end?

The three men in the front row were overjoyed to see him being controlled, and they pressed forward from the left, center, and right at the same time, blocking his retreat from three directions with their weapons.

Seeing this, Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and brandished his longsword in place, but the sword shadow appeared on everyone in the back row.

The first move of the Great Evolution Sword Technique, the Sword of Emptiness, is activated.

Those who were trying to maintain control seemed to have anticipated this, and their bodies simultaneously emitted a yellow light, blocking Lin Chen's sword shadow.

The three people who had rushed forward had already arrived.

This time, I'm really under pressure.

But the more this happened, the more excited he became.

The opponents he faced in the previous five days, fighting one-on-one, honed his sword precision.

While the ten rogue cultivators weren't exactly working in perfect harmony, their control methods were deployed rapidly and densely, forcing Lin Chen to make the fastest and most accurate judgments while the situation was slowed down.

A slight smile played on his lips as the sixth move, the Spiritual Sword, shot out along the sword shadow, formless and intangible, directly targeting the sea of ​​consciousness of everyone present.

The ten people on the stage felt a sharp pain in their heads, their forward momentum suddenly slowed down, and the control techniques binding them also paused for a moment.

The gravity field, the slow spell, and the frost bindings all loosened simultaneously, and the restraints on his feet suddenly became ineffective.

With Lin Chen's profound spiritual power, if he were to unleash his full strength, this sword strike would be enough to pierce through the sea of ​​consciousness of these people.

But the old man had forbidden killing, so he had to stop short of killing. His sword intent was withdrawn as soon as it touched the target, and he only managed to break through the combined attack of the group before withdrawing it.

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Chen lunged forward, flicked his wrist, and the tip of his sword pierced through the gap between the three men, striking the swordsman on the left's back.

A force traveled along the sword, and the man and his sword were thrown to the side, creating a gap in the formation.

The one holding the curved sword in the middle was Liu He. Without hesitation, Lin Chen pressed himself against him.

Upon seeing this, the heavy halberd on the right barely managed to stop its force and paused in mid-air, interrupting the three-person encirclement once again.

Just then, Lin Chen felt a chill at his waist.

The curved blade slashed through the air with a sharp, swift, and ruthless motion.

The longsword plunged downwards, barely blocking the attack.

Liu He had already used the recoil to retreat far away, his figure landing gracefully in the distance, avoiding Lin Chen's follow-up approach.

"These rogue cultivators are quite impressive," Liang Kuan remarked, standing beside Zuo Qianqiu. "They've actually managed to hold their own against Junior Brother."

"Indeed, not bad," Zuo Qianqiu said with a smile, stroking his beard. "Your junior brother will have to get serious this time."

Liang Kuan nodded: "Indeed, only generous rewards can mobilize truly capable people."

Zuo Qianqiu sighed softly: "It's not easy for independent cultivators. Nowadays, the main resources of the Yuanxu Universe are all in the hands of the ten major powers. It's too difficult for them to stand out."

They would seize any opportunity, however slight, that might allow them to gain an advantage.

Liang Kuan remained silent for a moment, without replying.

The power structure of the Primordial Void Universe has remained unchanged for billions of years. The strong remain strong, while the weak are forever suppressed at the bottom, with fewer and fewer opportunities to rise up.

Ultimately, it all comes down to the problem of heaven and earth.

The thirteenth step, that barrier, was like a lock that welded shut everyone's path upwards.

He looked up at the nine figures in mid-air. These were the thirteenth-tier beings born during the Great Cosmic Battle, and no one had been able to surpass them since.

Liang Kuan's talent is no less than anyone else's, and his comprehension is also sufficient. Zuo Qianqiu has said more than once that if he had been born a few years earlier, he would definitely have a place in the thirteenth rank.

But unfortunately, he was a step too late...

Liang Kuan suppressed the turmoil in his heart and looked again at the figure that was fighting in the arena.

The master said that his chance for promotion, and even the release from the shackles of this world, all depended on this junior brother.

This was a fortune slip obtained by the previous head of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion at the cost of his life.

In order for that day to come sooner, the master used all his skills to push his junior brother's strength to increase.

I believe that after this competition, Junior Brother should be able to advance to the twelfth rank.

At that time, he should have no rivals below the thirteenth rank.

But that's how it should be; otherwise, how can we break free from this shackles of heaven and earth?

Half an hour passed, and the pace remained the same.

Lin Chen won again, and Zuo Qianqiu, as always, smiled and presented him with a jade slip containing the "Breaking Void Sword Technique".

The cultivators below the stage were highly enthusiastic and formed teams to compete on stage.

If Zuo Qianqiu could "engage" with Lin Chen for half an hour, he would definitely give away the "Breaking Void Sword Technique".

Now the rogue cultivators were completely unleashed, using an endless array of methods to train Lin Chen.

Three more days passed. On the viewing platform of the Boundless Sect, He Yunzheng frowned slightly, sensing something was amiss. He muttered to himself, "Why is it the Breaking Void Sword Technique again? They've given it away for three days in a row? At this rate, won't the entire universe know this sword technique?"

Thinking of this, he felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up at his master's avatar, the Boundless Divine Lord, and sent a telepathic message: "Master, this old man Zuo is plotting against us!"

"You figured it out?" Xiao Bufan replied telepathically, not surprised.

"Yes, our Wuliang Sect's strength lies in spiritual power." He Yunzheng's voice deepened. "Many of our disciples have developed various illusion-based combat techniques by relying on this advantage."

"If this 'Breaking Void Sword Technique' were to spread, our disciples and followers who cultivate this type of combat skill would no longer have any advantage!"

"I am very pleased that you could think of these things." Xiao Bufan's voice became complicated. "Alas, if you had been more forgiving back then, and not so petty... I wouldn't have had to pass the position of sect leader to your junior brother."

Upon hearing this, He Yunzheng's expression changed slightly, and then he fell silent.

As the eldest disciple, he failed to become the leader of the Wuliang Sect. This was his pain and shame for billions of years!

However, faced with his master, who was incredibly powerful and possessed near-demonic intelligence, he... was powerless!

"Alright, let's continue. Zuo Qianqiu must have some plan in mind for revealing this sword technique to the public in this way."

"From now on, you need to be even more careful in your actions."

After saying that, Xiao Bufan fell silent and continued watching the fight in the arena.

Upon hearing this, He Yunzheng turned his attention back to the stage.