The selection of the Martial Saint Assembly began.
Whether or not one could enter the top ten thousand would depend on whether one's strength passed or not.
Before the Martial Saint Assembly began, many prodigies were doing their best to catch up, and those old Saints were also doing their best to replenish their blood and Qi, hoping to break through to the Jade Moon Realm before entering the Thousand Saints Assembly and become the champion.
After ten years of accumulation, the Yang Clan also had many Saints, more than 200.
This was the first time in several thousand years that the Yang Clan had the most Saints.
This also had a lot to do with the many resources Yang Wu had left behind.
Of these 200 Saints, 80% would participate in the selection of the Martial Saint Assembly this time. Whether or not they could enter the top ten thousand was another matter, but there was nothing bad about participating in the selection.
Among them, among the direct descendants of the Yang Clan who were favored to enter the top ten thousand, aside from Yang Wu, Yang Ba was the most dazzling seed, followed by Yang Zhenhai, Yang Tianlin, Yang Yixuan, Yang Manmi, and other rising stars. The other old Saints did not have the intention to compete with them.
Those who were not direct descendants of the Yang Clan were mainly people like Xu Chu, White Hair Demoness, and Wan Lanxin.
Before they set off for the selection, the Yang Clan gathered all the Sages together so that Yang Wu could pass on the Dao to them.
Although Yang Wu's cultivation experience was shallow, his cultivation was far ahead of theirs. When he taught, no one dared to say that he was arrogant. Instead, none of the Saints were absent.
This was their harvest before participating in the Martial Saint Assembly. It would be a waste if they did not take it.
Yang Wu had been away for ten years, and his harvest was great. He wanted to talk about the cultivation of the mind, hoping that it would help them break through to the next realm.
Yang Wu's Dao sounded ordinary, but it also contained the most simple principles, making it easy to understand. Many things were complicated because the Saints thought too much. In fact, the true principles were so simple, and the mind was so easy to break through.
Several Saints broke through in the process of teaching, attracting strands of starlight, which also caused a big commotion.
After a simple preaching, a mighty sacred voice sounded, "Thank you, Patriarch, for your preaching."
Following which, another voice rang out, "The Yang Clan's Sage is heading towards War God City."
An ancient battleship appeared, and the Saints boarded the battleship one after another. Some of the young talents were brought along as well.
The battle between the Saints could also broaden the horizons of the young people and encourage their ambitions.
Yang Wu stood at the head of the warship, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. He gazed into the distance and said with lofty sentiments, "I will be the head of the Martial Saints, the head of all Saints."
At this moment, a terrifying Holy Qi burst out of his body. Countless starlights fell from the sky. He was like an unsheathed divine sword. No one could stop his sharpness.
He had restrained himself for ten years, nurturing his own martial arts, all for today.
The Yang Family's Sage and young man looked at Yang Wu's back with awe.
The Battle Clan World's ten thousand Saints were chosen on the battle stage in War God City. That was the place where the important matters of the Eight Great Battle Clans were settled.
Other than the people of the Eight Great Battle Clans, the Saints of other forces would also come. There would even be people from the outside world who would come to fight for the ten thousand spots.
Ancient war chariots and battleships flew towards War God City.
The ancient city once again became bustling with noise and excitement.
Before the Yang Family's Sages arrived, the selection had already begun.
Eight huge battle stages appeared out of thin air. There were quasi-divine formations covering the battle stages. The Saints' power couldn't break through them. It was enough for the Saints to fight to the death on the battle stages.
The eight battle stages were left behind from ancient times. They were made of top-grade Saint materials.
There were Saints fighting on the battle stages. Some battles were decided in a single move. Some battles were fought for seven days and seven nights without a winner being decided.
According to the rules, the Saint who won ten battles in a row would automatically become one of the ten thousand Saints.
If no one challenged the Saint within five days, he would automatically become one of the ten thousand Saints.
This was only the preliminary selection. There was no ranking. In the end, the ten thousand Saints would enter the ancient battlefield with people from other Realms. The ten thousand strongest Saints would then represent the Transcendent World's Human Race to participate in the Myriad Martial Assembly.
Sometimes, it would be difficult to determine the victor in a short period of time. This was also why the selection was given two years.
Some Saints could choose to win a battle and cultivate for a period of time before continuing to participate in the battle. Or, if they were injured, they could continue to recuperate. There was no fixed time. Even if a Saint failed, they could still catch up within two years and participate in the Martial Sage Assembly.
The goal was to determine the strongest Saint.
Every Realm wanted face. If a Saint from a Realm obtained the title of "Martial Sage", it meant that the Realm's martial style was the strongest.
After the Yang Family's group arrived, it attracted a lot of discussion.
"The Yang Family's people are here. The person leading them is the Yang Family's Patriarch, Yang Wu. He's so handsome."
"Among the Eight Great Battle Clans, the Yang Family is the earliest. The other Battle Clans will probably come in the last half a year."
"Maybe the Yang Family is afraid of bumping into the other clans, so they came early to determine the spots."
"What nonsense are you talking about? The Yang Family is no longer the Yang Family of the past. Whoever dares to look down on them will suffer a great loss. Especially Divine Alchemist Yang Wu. He deserves our respect."
"That's right. He's a peerless genius who can defeat Kunlun's Sect Master, Kun Mingzi. I'm afraid no one in the Battle Clan's Realm is his match."
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Indeed, most of the Battle Clans did not come. As the masters of this Realm, they would usually only appear in the finale to show their true abilities.
Most of the people who came now were Saints who wanted to seize the initiative.
Yang Wu did not care about this. It was good for the Yang Family to have one more person enter the Martial Sage Assembly.
As a member of the Clan, he could not compete with the other clans because of a moment of anger.
Yang Wu said to the Saints behind him, "You guys go. You can make the arrangements as you see fit. Just don't lose face for the Yang Family."
After a pause, he added, "Compared to losing your life, losing face is nothing. As the Clan Head, I don't really mind."
"Yes, Clan Head," everyone replied.
Thus, these people split up and chose a suitable stage.
They did not rashly enter the stage. They had to see the situation clearly before going up.
Only Wan Lanxin was left by Yang Wu's side. The White Hair Demoness wanted to stay, but after hesitating for a moment, she still left.
"Let's watch first, then decide whether to go up or not," Yang Wu said gently to Wan Lanxin.
Wan Lanxin had become a Saint.
However, he was very worried that something would happen to her if she went up.
Yang Wu had given her a lot of cultivation resources. Otherwise, even if she had one or two million years, she would not be able to become a Saint. He was worried that her battle experience would be insufficient.
Wan Lanxin smiled and replied, "Don't worry. All these years, I have not fallen behind in my cultivation. I don't want to lose face for you, and I don't want to lose face for the Yang Family."
As long as she stayed in the Yang Family, she would be the wife of the Yang Family's Clan Head. Even if Zi Yu Yue came, she would not be able to replace her position. This was what she was proud of.
This identity did not allow her to be the slightest bit negligent. She hoped that when Yang Wu walked to a higher place, she could still accompany him by his side and not fall behind by half a step.
With the accumulation of many resources, her strength had also reached the sixth level of the Star Rune Realm.
This kind of speed of improvement was nothing in Yang Wu's eyes. His divine items and immortal liquid could help her reach the peak of the Saint Realm at any time. However, he did not do so. He hoped that Wan Lanxin could improve a little slower, so that she could accumulate a lot of strength.
He had passed on the Body Tempering Technique to her. Her physical body was already very strong, and her soul was also not to be underestimated. If they really fought, within the same level, only those prodigies would be able to fight her.
Wan Lanxin's improvement was not the thing that caught his attention the most. His father, Yang Zhennan's improvement was the most shocking.
He had given his father the best resources, more than anyone else. His improvement was definitely not slow. However, he had reached the peak of the Saint Realm in one step. This was unbelievable.
He had carefully observed his father and did not find anything strange. He had also personally asked his father what was going on. In the end, he came to the conclusion that his father cultivated the Battle Blood Immortal Art.
The Battle Blood Immortal Art was a true immortal art. Its level was not low, and it was a complete version. It was not like Yang Wu's Supreme Nine Mysteries Art, which had yet to be improved.
Once this immortal art was cultivated at full speed, the absorption of heaven and earth energy would be extremely shocking. His father could continuously break through in just ten years.
In addition, his father also had some opportunities that belonged to him.
This also meant that Yang Zhennan would be the second strongest person after Yang Wu.
Apart from Yang Wu, no one else knew about this matter for the time being.
He did not need to worry about his father. He only needed to worry about Wan Lanxin.
He also did not need to worry about the White Hair Demoness. This woman had cultivated bitterly for ten years and had never stopped. Her speed of improvement made others tremble in fear.
As for Yang Ba and Xu Chu, he did not need to worry about them.
A Saint from the Yang Clan went up to challenge.
Everyone wanted to see if the Yang Clan's Saint had recovered his former glory.
The one who could not help but step up was Yang Yixuan. His cultivation had reached the fourth level of the Star Pattern Realm. Among the younger generation of the Yang Clan, he was only second to Yang Ba and Yang Tianlin.
When an expert took action, one would know whether or not they were good. Yang Yixuan's improvement in cultivation was not as good as those around Yang Wu, but it did not mean that his combat power was not good.
On the contrary, he had received the Yang Clan's true inheritance. His bloodline power had increased by a lot, and his combat power was very strong. Those who were not from the Battle Clan and those who were at the same level were rarely his match.
Yang Yixuan smoothly took the first victory. He said proudly, "Who else dares to fight with me?"
"Everyone says that the Yang Clan has been doing well these years. Let this Saint see if it is true." A middle-aged Saint said faintly and flew into the stage.
At least no one cared about this ordinary-looking Saint. However, when he attacked, everyone was stunned.
Yang Yixuan was blown up by his opponent's punch and died on the spot.
"The Yang Clan's people are only so-so."
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