There were rumors circulating in the outside world that Mu Zhiqiu would definitely enter the Holy Zhi Palace, but no one knew the specifics.
But as the head of the Zhaixing House, he naturally knew best. After Mu Zhifan entered the Holy Zhi Palace, he had recommended Mu Zhiqiu to the elders of the Holy Zhi Palace. Later, an important figure of the Holy Zhi Palace personally came to the Zhaixing House to take a look at Mu Zhiqiu and decided that she could enter the Holy Zhi Palace to cultivate. Therefore, Mu Zhiqiu did not even need to go through the examination and could enter the Holy Zhi Palace directly. It was an honor.
Of course, his granddaughter was extremely competitive. Even though she had been decided, she was still prepared to enter the Holy Zhi Palace with her own abilities.
But from this, one could see her talent and strength.
In the vast eastern region of the Barren State, how many people could enter the legendary holy land to cultivate?
Even if he was a disciple of the Top Three Schools, he would have to be one of the top geniuses. Ye Futian's plane was far lower than Mu Zhiqiu's, but it was already very rare for him to be able to do what he did. He was impressed by Chen Yuan's foresight.
The Starry School could be considered to have produced a truly outstanding figure, comparable to Long Yitian in the past.
But the outcome of this battle would not change.
At this moment, in the void storm, the moment Ye Futian looked at Mu Zhiqiu, he felt his eyes sink into her. He saw a dazzling starry sky, like a world of Eye Sorcery.
It turned out that Mu Zhiqiu was a powerful Spirit Elemental Mandate cultivator.
Moreover, she specialized in multi-elemental abilities.
At that moment, in that incomparably dazzling starry sky, the stars rotated rhythmically. Boundless starlight shone down, forming a terrifying oppressive power of rules. Ye Futian felt that both his Spiritual Energy and his physical body were extremely heavy, as if they were unable to withstand the pressure.
Around Ye Futian's body, the starry sky storm seemed to be the same as what his spiritual will had sensed. Many meteorites seemed to have become more orderly as they circled around Ye Futian's body. Every single meteorite lit up with extremely dazzling starlight.
The rules of the Great Path of the Stars were operating.
Countless people were shaken. This was a power that far exceeded what an Arcana Plane cultivator could unleash. Mu Zhiqiu must have comprehended a wisp of Sage Will and used it to fuse with her own power to activate the stars.
With such power, who below the Noble Plane could rival him?
Everyone looked at the beautiful silhouette standing under the starry sky and was speechless. What kind of person would be able to hold hands with such an outstanding woman? Just looking at her was already an extravagant hope.
Thump, thump … Ye Futian's heart raced and his blood boiled. His physical body was under extreme pressure, as if he was about to be crushed. Just the pressure from his spiritual will alone seemed to be able to make him break down.
"Are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"
At this time, an indifferent voice sounded. This was the first time Mu Zhiqiu had spoken since her attack. She knew how powerful the power she had released was. If she continued to attack, she would not be able to control the outcome. If Ye Futian could not withstand it, he would very likely die on the spot.
Ye Futian did not pay any attention to him. An incomparably dazzling light shone on his body and circulated around him. In his spiritual will, in that illusory starry rule world, Ye Futian stood there, dazzling light, holding a long staff, like an ancient saint, insufferably arrogant. His eyes looked into the void, and suddenly the light that shot down seemed to merge into his body, circulating together with it. The stars in the sky also seemed to tremble because of his gaze. The starry world that was spinning crazily slowed down because of Ye Futian's gaze, as if it was circulating according to his will.
Mu Zhiqiu's clothes fluttered, her beautiful eyes still as dazzling as the stars. Starlight shot out from her eyes, making them even more dazzling. She stared at Ye Futian. The two of them looked at each other, and time seemed to stop.
This strange scene caused many people to be stunned. What was going on?
Among the two figures, one was a genius from the Zhaixing House, her long hair flying in the wind, and the other was the Son of the Starry School, his holy robes flapping in the wind. They seemed to be staring at each other.
Some people guessed that they might be fighting with their Spiritual Will.
Under the dome, the terrifying stars and meteorites rotated according to the mysterious rules, then turned into an unparalleled storm. Ye Futian's body seemed to be sinking. At this moment, endless starlight shot out, like a meteor shower falling towards Ye Futian.
Dazzling starlight flowed around Ye Futian's body. It was as if he was no longer made of flesh and blood, but rather a body of stars. His body shone with starlight, and the long staff in his hand also shone with dazzling starlight.
At this time, the long staff danced. Every strike seemed to contain a mysterious rhythm, as if it contained boundless power, carrying with it the power of the Great Path of the Stars, suppressing the heavens.
When the light of a meteor fell, Ye Futian struck out with the long staff. His movement seemed slow, but it contained unparalleled power. An earth-shattering sound rang out in the air, and the starry world seemed to tremble.
However, more meteors continued to fall. They were all terrifying meteorites, rumbling and rumbling, trying to bury Ye Futian.
Ye Futian's figure danced, and the wind howled. He struck out with the staff again, and the meteors shot out in all directions.
"This …"
Many people looked at the battlefield, their hearts thumping. So strong.
Mu Zhiqiu was like a goddess, casting the rules of the stars and releasing meteors. Ye Futian, the Son, seemed to have truly inherited the Divine Path. His body shone with starlight, and his face could not be seen clearly. His entire body had turned into starlight.
When the staff struck out for the fourth time, the meteors in the sky exploded. The starlight on Ye Futian's body and the long staff had already covered the vast space.
The sky was full of stars, and the endless meteor shower fell at this moment, unable to extinguish them all.
Ye Futian's body spun, and countless brilliant shadows of the staff appeared in the sky. The starry shadows destroyed the meteors, and finally, the shadows of the staff merged into one, forming a single staff.
The fifth strike of the Nine Heavenly Attacks. When this staff swept out, everything in front of it was destroyed. The stars and meteorites exploded wildly, and the light of the meteors was annihilated in the sky.
The crowd only saw the dazzling shadow of the Heaven Reaching Staff flatten the starry sky, and it came crashing down.
Boom … The sky above shook, and the starry world that Mu Zhiqiu had cast collapsed and dissipated. The stars were destroyed, and the light dimmed.
Pfft!
A soft sound was heard, and Mu Zhiqiu's body trembled slightly. She spat out a mouthful of blood, and her clothes were stained red.
At this moment, the storm of stars seemed to have ceased to exist. Countless people stood there in silence, staring in shock at the beautiful figure stained with blood, as well as the peerless prodigy who stood proudly in the sky with the long rod in her hand.
At this moment, many people recalled Master Yun's words. The Son had surpassed Long Yitian, and no one in the Eastern Region of the Barren State could match him. He could dominate his generation.
Previously, many people had thought that the Son of the Starry School was very outstanding, but such arrogant words were a little too exaggerated.
But now?
Mu Zhiqiu was a genius who had been able to enter the Holy Zhi Palace, but she had still been defeated by Ye Futian despite being at the pinnacle of the Arcana Plane. What was wrong with saying that Ye Futian could dominate his generation?
Shi Yanfeng and Shi Qinglan stared at the scene in the sky with their eyes wide open. They felt as if their hearts were being torn apart, as if their beliefs had been shattered.
Was there really someone in the Middle Arcana Plane who could defeat Mu Zhiqiu?
That peerless beauty. How could anyone say that she was not strong?
No one dared to deny Mu Zhiqiu's strength, but she had still been defeated. Her blood-stained clothes were a shocking sight to behold.
The chief of the Zhaixing House was also stunned, but he was not as stunned as the others. He looked at Ye Futian, his eyes flashing.
As expected, Chen Yuan had sent Ye Futian to the Zhaixing House for the Polearm of Divine Destruction.
Where had he found such a talented Son?
With Ye Futian's talent, he would have no problem entering the Holy Zhi Palace.
Ye Futian glanced at Mu Zhiqiu. The staff in his hand disappeared, and he took a step forward, his body rising towards the top of the Polearm of Divine Destruction.
The pressure from the Polearm of Divine Destruction grew stronger and stronger. He took one step at a time, and his speed gradually slowed down. He could only take one step at a time, but starlight flowed around him. His feet never stopped, and his body rose higher and higher.
Down below, Mu Zhiqiu looked up at Ye Futian in the sky. The storm whizzed past her, but she stood there steadily.
There was always someone better than her. The path of cultivation was long, and one should never stop moving forward. Her so-called talent depended on who she was compared to. Being able to fight this battle had only strengthened her heart.
At that moment, Ye Futian finally reached the bottom of the Polearm of Divine Destruction. He could not even wrap his arms around the thousand-meter-long staff that stood in the sky. He touched the ritual implement with his palm and put it on his shoulder. He took a step forward, intending to lift it up.
The Polearm of Divine Destruction seemed to tremble, and an incredible weight pressed down on his shoulders. As a Middle Arcana Plane cultivator, his strength was enough to split mountains and split the earth, and he could carry anything up to 90,000 pounds. But now, he was not only bearing the weight of the Polearm of Divine Destruction, but also the terrifying weight of the weapon itself.
Countless people watched Ye Futian's actions, including the chief of the Zhaixing House. Even if he had the upper hand, Ye Futian would not be able to take the Polearm of Divine Destruction away.
Ye Futian's expression was solemn, and the howl of an ape shook the heavens. A gigantic Divine Ape seemed to have appeared behind Ye Futian, attaching itself to him. The Divine Ape seemed to be filled with overbearing power, and a pair of thick arms reached out to grab the Polearm of Divine Destruction. It roared angrily, its voice shaking the heavens as it tried to pick up the weapon.
The Polearm of Divine Destruction trembled, and terrifying starlight rained down on it. With a loud boom, the huge body of the Divine Ape was pressed down, unable to withstand the power.
The ritual implement has a spirit, Ye Futian thought to himself.
With the disappearance of the Divine Ape, it was very likely that he would not be able to take the ritual implement with his current level. The chief of the Zhaixing House must have known this, which was why he had sent Ye Futian.
But since Chief Chen had sent Ye Futian, he naturally had his reasons.
"There's no need to try. You can't take the Polearm of Divine Destruction away," the chief of the Zhaixing House said to Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked down and said, "Is that so?"
As he said this, he touched the Polearm of Divine Destruction with his hand. He moved up along the staff, and a dazzling starlight bloomed, circling the ritual implement. Ye Futian's body came to the top of the Polearm of Divine Destruction, and his hand was still touching the ritual implement. At that moment, the ritual implement trembled slightly, as if it had sensed the meaning behind the starlight.
The formless starlight wrapped around the 1,000-meter long staff. Ye Futian closed his eyes, as if resonating with the ritual implement. He felt a strong sense of resistance from the ritual implement, as if it still wanted to stay here and not leave.
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