Calamity of Tomorrow

Daluo Heaven's sixth day of discussing the Tao.

The arena seemed quieter than usual, as after the deaths of Sun Jingping, Wen He, and Shen Hai in the discussions of the Tao in Daluo Heaven, a pall of gloom had descended over the entire venue.

Whether it was the contestants or the audience, everyone became more earnest and somber about the competition at hand.

These were battles wagered with lives at stake, and during each discussion, high-ranking cultivators could possibly fall.

And they were all the culmination of countless human efforts and resources, the crystallization of civilization.

Standing in the contestant area, Zhou Bai still couldn't quite fathom the attitudes of the celestial beings over these past few days.

"Allow the contestants to fight to the death?"

"Continue to target me?"

"The matter of the Human Emperor Sword seems as if it was of no consequence to them."

"What exactly does Heaven intend?"

Zhou Bai thought long and hard but still couldn't decipher Heaven's current stance.

He had presumed that in the past two days, the celestials would seek him out for a conversation, and he even considered whether he should take the opportunity to harvest some more fortune, but Heaven hadn't sent anyone to talk with him, leaving him somewhat at a loss.

He glanced at his auxiliary cultivation system panel. Over the past two nights, he had still sent out Twisted Shadows to harvest fortune and had devoured fortune at night to refine the Dharma Saint Relics. His Primordial Spirit power had grown to 8018, breaking through to the eighth realm's standard, and the Dharma Saint Relics had completely lost their effect.

If Zhou Bai wanted to further increase his Primordial Spirit power, he could only rely on his own cultivation or use lazy points for growth.

He tried and found that now, with over 8000 in Primordial Spirit power, each point of increase required 20,000 lazy points to consume, which was truly uneconomical. He decided to continue to cultivate on his own.

After all, even by self-cultivation, his efficiency was already much faster than that of ordinary people.

Within the sea of his consciousness, Christina was holding onto her notes, a vision of hard study, occasionally shaking her head and pondering thoughtfully.

Beside her, Elsa maintained her young girl's form, lying prone on the floor, swinging her legs, and looking at Christina, she thought to herself with ease, "It's really nice, being so carefree every day, not having to study."

Zhou Bai hadn't fought in the past two days, which made it much more relaxing for Elsa.

"But today is finally my turn, right?" Elsa's face scrunched up, thinking bitterly, "Ah, it would be best to talk less and defeat the opponent with one move."

On the other side, Christina suddenly suggested, "Zhou Bai, Zhou Bai! Today's opponent isn't strong, so why don't you let me fight?"

Zhou Bai looked at the projection and said, "No, this is a critical moment; who knows what the celestials have planned? Any opponent could suddenly become incredibly strong; one must always be cautious and careful."

On the sixth day, the first fight was Xiang Haocu versus Sun Jingping, with Sun Jingping absent and unable to proceed.

The second, Jue Ji versus Shen Hai, could also not go ahead due to Shen Hai's absence.

The third was Wei Cangsheng versus Tu Tianmo, with Tu Tianmo surrendering under pressure, given he felt he couldn't possibly win.

The fourth, Xiang Haocu versus Sun Jingping; Sun Jingping had died, so naturally, it could not proceed.

Thus, a series of brisk leaps ensued, with four consecutive matches not fought, directly arriving at the fifth, Zhou Bai versus Zhao Yue.

Zhou Bai looked toward Zhao Yue, not far away, whose aura today seemed somewhat different from the usual, filled with a sense of pain.

Zhou Bai even felt a strong aura of death emanating from the other's body, a face filled with deep-seated grudges.

"What has happened to this woman?"

When it was Zhou Bai and Zhao Yue's turn, the two walked towards the vortex entrance of the discourse in Daluo Heaven together, with Zhao Yue exuding an aura like an iceberg, giving off a vibe that said, 'Keep out' as she moved.

As they stepped into the controlled atmosphere of Daluo Heaven, both immediately donned their armor.

Crimson-gold flames swept over Zhou Bai's body, transforming into a set of armor that resembled a blaze.

Zhao Yue's body emitted a purple glow, with the light accompanied by roars of beasts, which in the blink of an eye turned into a purple-gold robe she wore.

Zhou Bai looked at Zhao Yue in front of him and said, "You are not my opponent, have you considered surrendering?"

Zhao Yue looked at him coldly, her eyes seemingly ablaze with roaring flames as her hands formed incantations, and mysterious purple lights began to radiate from her Eight Desolates Supreme Robe.

Zhao Yue said, "Zhou Bai, today I must kill you."

"Hmm?" Zhou Bai looked at her curiously, "Do we have a grudge? I don't plan on killing anyone during the discourse in Daluo Heaven. The strength of humanity shouldn't be wasted on infighting."

"Humanity..." Zhao Yue gave a bitter smile, "Zhou Bai, you really don't understand anything. Your very existence is an extreme evil. If I don't kill you, I will not be at peace, and the whole world will never have a day of tranquility."

Zhou Bai frowned, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Yue didn't speak anymore, but from her body came an incredibly tragic aura.

One could see the incantations in Zhao Yue's hands change, causing the Eight Desolates Supreme Robe she wore to violently twist, with the engraved beast shadows struggling to break free, as if they were coming to life, ready to burst out of the garment.

Boom!

Finally, a huge dragon head emerged from Zhao Yue's body and let out a roar towards the sky, after which Zhou Bai felt a strong fishy scent assail his senses.

That feeling was as if there was a real dragon roaming the skies, fixing its gaze on him, ready to plunge down at him at any moment.

Just this momentum alone would be enough to make any cultivator below the seventh realm collapse on the spot.

After all, within this Beast Soul was condensed the spirit and momentum of a Ninth Realm Demon Beast at its peak, capable of unleashing a strike at the peak of the ninth realm, which was refined onto the Eight Desolates Supreme Robe by the Great Desolate Sect who captured the world's notorious top demon beasts of the past.

But the emergence of the first Beast Soul was just the beginning, as the next moment, along with another change in the incantations in Zhao Yue's hands, another beast soul with the appearance of a lion struggled to emerge from the Eight Desolates Supreme Robe, its huge mouth agape.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

As this second beast shadow emerged, it let out a howl, continuous and unceasing, and the fierce sound waves centered around Zhao Yue's body, spreading outwards, and with these howls, the space and time of Daluo Heaven stirred up gusts of wild wind.

With a loud boom, more than a dozen tornadoes sprang from the ground, touching the sky and the earth, surrounding the Nine Heavens Bronze Arena like a cataclysmic storm capable of obliterating everything in its path, with winds strong enough to lift a truck skyward. Now, they kept sweeping over Zhou Bai, the air and armor crashing against each other, sparking and exploding.

The emergence of the two beast souls elevated Zhao Yue's momentum again and again.

Even through the projection, the two beast souls instilled a thrilling sensation among the audience as if standing before a prehistoric behemoth, on the brink of being swallowed whole at any moment by these top predators from a bygone era.

But this was still not the end; as Zhao Yue's incantations burst forth like golden lotuses, two more massive beast shadows, like small mountains, rose from behind her, causing onlookers' scalps to tingle.

Even through the projection, more than a hundred thousand spectators felt their hair stand on end, almost fearful that the four beast souls would burst out and wreak havoc upon the world.