Calamity of Tomorrow

"What the hell is going on!"

Zhou Bai's mind was still flooded with the images he had just seen, a chilling sensation rising incessantly from the bottom of his heart, greatly disturbing his spirit.

He lifted his head and tried again to use his right eye to look at the sea of people in the audience, immediately spotting a myriad of demons and ghosts, various tigers and lions, cats and dogs, all with faces full of flesh, baring their teeth and grinning, as if there was a layer of ferocity in their eyes.

There were only a rare few who looked like normal human beings.

Zhou Bai quickly covered his eyes again, and the various animals turned back into human forms.

At this moment, Zhou Bai also realized that there was a problem with his right eye.

An idea suddenly flashed in his mind, recalling what Wei Cangsheng had done and said, "…Just use this eye to take a good look at what this world is really like."

"Damn it, did Wei Cangsheng do this? What is this, adding a layer of an ugly filter to my eye? Trying to disgust me to death?"

Zhou Bai shook his head to cast away the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

"Calm down... the reason Wei Cangsheng did this... could it be related to the so-called demonic bloodline?"

Zhou Bai's Primordial Spirit scanned over several staff members.

"Even though I saw all that mess, they still feel like people when I touch them..."

"Is this scene I'm seeing some kind of reality? Or is it some kind of illusion?"

Thinking of this, he felt a sense of foreboding.

He immediately activated his Primordial Spirit to scan his right eyeball, wanting to see what exactly was going on.

As soon as the Primordial Spirit scanned, Zhou Bai felt a huge change in the structure of his eye, and there were countless, invisible, blood-red runes etched inside and outside his eyeball, occasionally sparking faint flashes of spiritual activity.

And at the center of the eyeball, a force of Primordial Spirit was entrenched, belonging to Wei Cangsheng.

In the fourth realm of cultivation, one could split their Primordial Spirit so it could exist independently in the outside world for a while.

With Wei Cangsheng's cultivation level, the Primordial Spirit he left behind before his death, coupled with a strong obsession, could exist for a very long time.

As Zhou Bai's Primordial Spirit lightly touched Wei Cangsheng's, he felt as if a torrent of information was stored within.

'This must be what Wei Cangsheng referred to... the thing he left for me?'

Zhou Bai's Primordial Spirit touched the force and then immediately withdrew, not really looking into it, as he didn't have the time right now.

'There should be information about my eye in here, right? Looks like I'll be busy tonight.'

Zhou Bai walked towards the contestant seats, his gaze sweeping across the stands as usual, with the chaotic dance of demons flashing in his mind once more.

He comforted himself: 'Calm down, Zhou Bai, study it slowly, there will be a way.'

He then checked to see how Christina was doing in the sea of consciousness.

After exchanging blows with Wei Cangsheng and getting hit by the other's punch intent, Christina was knocked back into the sea of consciousness, and Zhou Bai was genuinely worried that she might have been seriously injured.

He saw Christina lying sprawled on the ground in the sea of consciousness, looking as if she had lost all hope.

Elsa crouched beside her, occasionally rubbing her back, seeming to be comforting Christina.

"It doesn't seem like there's a big problem," Zhou Bai chuckled to himself as he looked at Christina, feeling his tense nerves suddenly relax a lot, "Looks like Wei Cangsheng held back and didn't really want to hurt me.

He greeted Christina and asked with apparent concern, "What's wrong, Tina? Was the injury from earlier serious?"

Hearing Zhou Bai's voice, Christina immediately turned around, her paws covering her face, "Zhou Bai~~~~ I'm so embarrassed~~~ What should I do~~~~ I'm dying of embarrassment!"

Zhou Bai: "Embarrass yourself? You're using my body, so if anyone's embarrassed, it's me."

"Right." Christina suddenly sat up, but then lay back down and said with a world-weary voice, "But pretending to be cool is so hard, I can't learn it! I just can't learn it!"

Zhou Bai said, "Well... technically, it's a bit rough..."

Christina said dejectedly, "Maybe I just don't have the talent for showing off. Am I destined to be someone who just opens her eyes wide and watches as all the showing-off geniuses perform, only to keep gasping in amazement as an onlooker?"

Zhou Bai: "Just learn slowly, improve gradually."

Elsa said, "Sister Tina, I remember everything you did and said just now. Do you want to take a look?"

"Ah! No, no! Take it away!" Christina quickly pushed Elsa away with her cat paws, saying with shame and indignation, "Just thinking about it makes me cringe! And you want me to watch? No way! I won't look at it!"

Zhou Bai watched Christina and Elsa playfully squabble, and seeing that Christina was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, exited his sea of consciousness, and looked back at the competition scene.

He subconsciously glanced at the projection of the Sword of the Human Emperor, which, like always, floated quietly in the skies of Daluo Heaven.

'She hasn't spoken since then, I wonder what she thinks after witnessing the death of her past sword master.'

'Maybe the Sword of the Human Emperor knows the answer to the eye problem?'

Zhou Bai's battle with Wei Cangsheng, though Wei's Martial Arts Realm was extremely high and his fist's influence incredibly powerful, capable of instantly killing most of the experts at this Daluo Heaven philosophical event.

But both of these things are not obvious to laymen, and in the eyes of the audience, this battle seemed ordinary, much less impressive compared to Zhou Bai's earlier fights with Shi Fa and Xiang Haocu.

Even competitors like Zhao Yue, Xiang Haocu, and Tu Tianmo couldn't feel the presence of the fist's influence through the projection and only felt that Wei Cangsheng lost too quickly.

Zhao Yue thought with a complicated expression, "There's one more... After this last battle, as long as Zhou Bai defeats Jue Ji, he will be the first in the Daluo Heaven debate... What will the future become?"

Tu Tianmo's attention was focused on the direction of the high platform, "It seems like my father and Xiang Tiandi are in conflict? What's happened?"

On the other side, Xiang Haocu, full of confusion, looked at Xiang Tiandi's position. Though his father hadn't told him what the plan for today was, he had expected some sort of action now that the other party had personally come to the tournament.

But Zhou Bai ended a battle just as usual, leaving him somewhat perplexed.

Jue Ji, who had been standing in a corner of the competitors' seats and not looking directly at anyone since the beginning of the Daluo Heaven debates, now walked to the front, looking at Wei Cangsheng's body being carried away and showing a trace of sorrow on his face.

'Is this your choice, Ji Wuchang?' Jue Ji turned his head and looked at Zhou Bai, 'Have you staked humanity's future on Zhou Bai? But Zhou Bai... Is he really worth your trust?'

The next three battles were Xiang Haocu versus Shen Hai, Shi Fa versus Jue Ji, and Wei Cangsheng versus Sun Jingping.

All three battles could not take place due to the absence of their opponents.

Then, the projection in the sky changed, revealing the ranking points of the top ten competitors. Out of ten competitors, five names were already crossed out with red lines, as if a layer of fresh blood had been smeared over them.

On this eighth day of the ten-strong competition, Wen He, Shen Hai, Sun Jingping, Shi Fa, and Wei Cangsheng—a total of five competitors—had already died.