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At the same time, all the array patterns in the center of the square lit up.

The light rose from the ground, transforming into a massive pillar that enveloped everyone.

Wang Long felt the ground beneath his feet becoming illusory, the surrounding scenery beginning to blur, and an extremely dense spatial fluctuation permeating the air. That fluctuation surged in from all directions like a tide, completely engulfing his senses.

He turned his head to look at Ye Niannu beside him.

Ye Niannu was also looking at him, her peach blossom eyes shining brightly in the light.

She reached out and grasped his fingers; his fingertips were slightly cool, but his palm was warm.

"My lord, see you again in seven days."

Wang Long took her hand in return and nodded slightly.

"Okay, see you in seven days."

The light grew brighter and brighter, becoming increasingly dazzling, enveloping everyone in a pure white glow.

Song Tiange stood on the viewing platform, hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the crowd in the center of the square that was being swallowed by the light. His expression was calm, but the fingers clenched in his sleeves had already tightened quietly.

Beside him, Ye Wushuang's gaze also fell on the dissipating gray figure. His cold face showed little emotion, but deep in his eyes, a very faint light, like an undercurrent beneath ice, was slowly surging.

"They'll be alright."

Song Tiange suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, as if she were speaking to Ye Wushuang, or perhaps to herself.

Ye Wushuang remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Um."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a resolute strength.

"This is the only path to achieving the Emperor Realm. If he can successfully traverse this path, he will return at an even higher level!"

Song Tiange glanced at her sideways without saying anything more.

The light in the center of the square finally reached its peak, like a blazing sun rising from the ground, turning everyone's vision into a pure white.

Then the light suddenly contracted, like a star compressed to its limit suddenly collapsing, and everything disappeared completely in that instant.

The square was deserted.

Hundreds of contestants, along with the remaining spiritual energy fluctuations on the twelve stone pillars, vanished from the spot.

The entire Sendai seemed to have been silenced in an instant.

The wind stopped, and the clouds seemed to freeze for a moment.

On the viewing platform, the elders, team leaders, and sect representatives from the five major domains silently watched the empty square, the array patterns that had completely dimmed, and the twelve stone pillars that had returned to silence.

No one spoke.

Some people slowly sat back down in their chairs, some leaned against the railing, and some closed their eyes.

Seven days.

On this Sendai, where there are no images, no live broadcasts, and no information being transmitted back, all they can do is wait.

Waiting for the results in seven days.

Song Tiange stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the empty square, and remained silent for a long time.

Beside him, Ye Wushuang stood quietly, her white dress fluttering gently in the breeze, her cool face expressionless.

Both of them stared at the square, as if trying to read something from the dim array patterns.

Meanwhile, hushed discussions began to rise in the spectator areas of other major regions.

The leader of the Southern Region leaned back in his chair, his expression complex, his voice tinged with emotion.

"At least in the first two rounds, we could see the process, know the damage numbers in real time, and judge the changes in the situation. This time, however, we know nothing at all. We're completely in the dark, and we'll see the results in seven days."

The leader of the Western Regions Snake Bone Sect nodded slightly, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"This method is fair; no one can plan ahead or target anyone else. It all depends on individual ability and on-the-spot adaptability. However... the waiting process is too agonizing."

The leader of the Northern Region shook his head with a wry smile, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and found that the tea had gone cold, so he put it down again.

"We have to wait, even if it's agonizing. We're already inside, what else can we do?"

On the viewing area of ​​the Central Region, the elder of the Qian Yuan Sect, dressed in a dark gold robe, stood at the edge of the railing with a solemn expression. He remained silent for a long time before speaking in a low voice.

"Wang Long, Ye Niannu, Zhao Heng, Wang Qingyan, Shi Yue, Ling Feng, Yin Jiuyou, Liu Ruyan... These children are the most outstanding geniuses among the younger generation of the five major domains. If they can survive in the Beast Realm, they will probably be quite different when they return in seven days."

The gray-robed old man beside him nodded slightly, his tone carrying a profound meaning.

"Between life and death lies great terror, but also great opportunity. The first two rounds were a contest of skill and teamwork, but this third round is a contest of mentality and willpower. How far one can go in dire straits will determine how far one can go on the path to becoming an Emperor."

The elder in the dark gold robe remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"I hope they can all return safely."

Ye Wushuang stood at the forefront of the Eastern Region's viewing area, his gaze never leaving the empty square.

A breeze blew through her hair, brushing a few strands against her cheek. She reached up and tucked the stray hairs behind her ear, her movement gentle and natural.

Her gaze was calm and profound, as if it pierced through the empty square, through the boundaries of Sendai, through the barriers of space, and landed in some distant and unfamiliar world.

There, a gray figure was walking on the desolate land.

Beside him followed a figure in light blue.

Behind them lay an endless wilderness, a surging tide of beasts, and unknown dangers.

Ahead of them lay a road leading to the Imperial Realm.

Ye Wushuang slightly curved the corners of her lips, the curve so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet undeniably present.

She spoke softly, her voice so light it seemed to dissipate in the wind, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.

He will be back in seven days.

Song Tiange stood beside her, heard these words, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

Above Sendai, the wind continued to blow, and the clouds continued to churn.

The seven-day countdown has officially begun.

In that distant and unfamiliar realm of beasts, Wang Long's feet once again touched a dry and hard ground.

He opened his eyes and saw a desolate, gray-brown land. The sky was a dark, blood-red color, and thick clouds hung low on the horizon, as if they might fall at any moment.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur and rust, and in the distance, the low roars of beasts rose and fell, like the prelude to war drums.

Wang Long muttered to himself.

"This place... is more desolate than I imagined."

The threads of spiritual energy spread out silently, covering an area of ​​several hundred feet in radius around them.

The aura of the monsters was numerous and powerful, surging in from all directions like a closing tide.

He withdrew his mental energy, his gaze falling on the churning crimson clouds in the distance, his face serious.

"Seven days is neither a long nor a short time."

The real test has only just begun.