Chapter 1467

Seizing Saint Luck

After obtaining the benefits of Saint Luck, Zhuowen's thirst for Saint Luck increased. He knew that as long as he could gather more Saint Luck, his chances of becoming a Saint would increase.

Not only Zhuowen, but the other cultivators who had obtained Saint Luck also looked greedy. They glanced at the other cultivators as if they were looking at prey.

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, dozens of light pillars shot up into the sky continuously from the wooden stake. The aura emitted by these light pillars was extremely vast and terrifying.

"Someone has broken through."

Many cultivators on the wooden pillars were astonished. They raised their heads and looked at the dozens of people who had rushed out of the light pillars.

"It seems that the Saint Luck has allowed these people to comprehend cosmic energy. They're probably going to break through to the Great Emperor Realm."

Zhuowen glanced at the dozens of people. Without exception, they were all ninth layer Great Emperors. They hadn't comprehended cosmic energy.

However, the power of Saint Luck had allowed them to comprehend the mysteries of cosmic energy. They had broken through to the Great Emperor Realm.

"Cosmic energy is descending from the sky. It seems that the breakthrough is going to end soon."

Someone exclaimed. Indeed, dozens of cosmic energy had descended from the sky. Most of them were elemental cosmic energy. However, there were two people who attracted the attention of many people.

These two people didn't comprehend elemental cosmic energy, but special cosmic energy. One of them was a young man in his early twenties. The cosmic energy above his head contained a destructive Qi.

The cosmic energy he comprehended was the same as Fu Yu of the Divine Devil Peak of the Excellent Divine College. It was also the Law of Destruction. The destructive Qi it contained was terrifying.

The other person had countless sword shadows above his head. These sword shadows revealed an incomparably sharp Qi. It was a special sword cosmic energy.

Looking at these two people, Zhuowen smiled. These two people were his old friends. The one who comprehended the Law of Destruction was Jia Nan, and the one who comprehended the Law of Sword was Mo Lingtian.

In the past few years, the two of them had improved very quickly, especially Mo Lingtian. Although he was talented at the beginning, there was still a gap between him and Jia Nan and Gatha.

However, Mo Lingtian didn't fall behind Jia Nan because of his talent. Instead, he was on par with Jia Nan. They were both ninth layer Great Emperors.

Now, because of the Saint Luck, he had comprehended cosmic energy and become a Great Emperor Realm expert.

As for Moyan Wushang and Jia Sha, their cultivation was much higher than Jia Nan's and Mo Lingtian's. They had already reached the Half-saint realm. Jia Sha's cultivation was originally the lowest among them, but now she had surpassed the others and become the strongest.

Qing Yin didn't participate in this Nine Netherworld Conference because her cultivation was stuck at the peak of the sixth layer Great Emperor Realm. Until now, she hadn't broken through to the high level Great Emperor Realm. She wasn't even qualified to climb the Heavenly Stairway, let alone obtain Saint Luck.

The dozens of people who had comprehended the Law of Saint Luck were envied by many people, especially those who couldn't reach the third platform and were eliminated. Their hearts were bleeding.

"Everyone who has obtained the Saint Luck should have tasted the benefits of the Saint Luck, right?" Cao Rong stood in the sky, the corners of his mouth slightly raised as he said indifferently.

The people standing on the wooden pillars all nodded their heads as an additional fervent look appeared in their eyes. Even Qing Longzi, who was standing on the first wooden pillar, had a trace of fervent look in his eyes.

"Haha, this is only the first stage. The second stage is to increase your Saint Luck. Now, follow me."

After Cao Rong finished speaking, he and Ge Ning stepped into the sky and flew towards the west.

The three thousand cultivators standing on the wooden pillars looked at each other, then immediately flew down the wooden pillars and followed closely behind.

The Saint Luck from the depths of Nine Netherworld Heaven had all been shared by them. Naturally, they wouldn't stand on the wooden pillars like idiots anymore.

The western region was thousands of miles wide, and it was filled with many different landscapes.

There were deserts, plains, forests, and mountains. It was a small natural world.

Cao Rong and Ge Ning floated in the air above this natural world. The three thousand cultivators behind them also stopped behind the two of them, staring at the natural world below in amazement.

What was strange was that there were actually 85 huge arenas in this natural world.

The arenas were distributed quite evenly. There were arenas in deserts, plains, forests, and mountains, and the landscape of each arena was different.

"There are thirty arenas in this natural world. Each arena is extremely wide. There are three thousand of you, so if you divide them evenly, there will be a hundred people in each arena."

"The rules of the second stage are actually very simple. That is, the arena points system. Each of you has an initial score of one point. Every person you defeat will add one point, and every defeat will deduct one point."

"The result is that the points will be ranked from highest to lowest, and the top one hundred will advance to the next round."

Cao Rong said indifferently. The three thousand cultivators nodded repeatedly. The rules of the points ranking were obviously quite fair.

After all, it was obviously unfair to use a two-on-one elimination system in the arena battles. After all, if two powerful geniuses were to encounter each other in advance, one of them would definitely be eliminated. This was not beneficial to the progress of the arena battles.

However, the points system was much better. It didn't matter even if one lost a match. As long as one's total score was in the top one hundred, they wouldn't be eliminated.

This rule was obviously more advantageous to the stronger geniuses.

"Everyone should have no objections to the rules, right?" Cao Rong said indifferently.

The three thousand cultivators looked at each other, but no one spoke. Obviously, there were no objections.

"In that case, let's start drawing lots. The thirty arenas have their own numbers, from one to thirty. Whichever number you draw, you will go to that arena."

After Cao Rong finished speaking, he waved his sleeve. Suddenly, countless light sticks flew out from his hand and landed in the hands of the three thousand cultivators.

Zhuowen flipped his right hand and the number "seven" was written on the light stick in his hand.

"Looks like it's arena number seven," Zhuowen thought to himself.

"Everyone should know your own number, right? Now, let's go to our respective arenas."

As soon as Cao Rong finished speaking, the three thousand cultivators flew out and entered the natural world to find their respective arenas.

"Arena number seven is over there."

Zhuowen's eyes immediately locked on an arena in the depths of the forest. He kicked his right foot and rushed toward the depths of the forest like a streamer.

There was a large open space in the depths of the forest. On the open space, there was an arena made of green mound stone.

At this moment, there was a large number of cultivators gathered below the arena. Obviously, they had all drawn lots to be placed in arena number seven.

Zhuowen did not attract anyone's attention when he landed below the arena. As for Long Tian, who was beside him, he had drawn arena number nine, which was in the adjacent desert.

The top geniuses of the Nine Netherworld Realm also landed below their respective arenas.

Among them, Qing Longzi was in arena number one, Yang Yi in arena number two, Yan Ruhuo in arena number three, Lü Hantian in arena number four, Flower Fairy in arena number five, Mo Wen in arena number six, Shui Zhe in arena number seven, Sha Zi in arena number eight, Yaksha in arena number nine, Yun Ran in arena number ten, and Gui Sha in arena number eleven.

Zhuowen paid more attention to Wu Die in arena number fifteen, Fo Wen in arena number seventeen, Mo Yan Wushang in arena number twenty, and Gatha in arena number twenty-one …

Generally speaking, those with higher strength would be assigned to different arenas. Obviously, this was deliberately arranged by Cao Rong.

Although this natural world was extremely large and Zhuowen's arena number seven was in the depths of the forest, the cultivators present were not weak. They were all cultivators at the peak of the Nine Netherworld Realm.

With their eyesight and Mental Energy, they could naturally see the entire natural world. The situation of the other arenas was no exception.

Many of the Martial Warriors below the seventh arena looked at one of the figures standing proudly with fear in their eyes.

This person was a twenty-nine-year-old man wearing a black windbreaker. His hair was very long, almost reaching his waist. His eyes contained a trace of deathly stillness.

This person was the number one genius of the Nether Realm, Shui Zhe. The aura on his body was as vast as the sea, but it contained a deathly stillness, as if this person was a dead man.

The other cultivators in the seventh arena kept a distance from him, not daring to get too close. In addition to the fear in their hearts, it was also the influence of the faintly discernible deathly stillness.

Shui Zhe raised his chin slightly. His gaze was not on the other cultivators in the seventh arena, but on the top geniuses in the other arenas.

He knew very well that in the seventh arena, he was the king. No one could beat him. His real opponents were the top geniuses of the Nine Netherworld Realm.

"This arena battle is also related to how much Saint Luck you have in your body. If you win, in addition to gaining one point, you can also take a part of your opponent's Saint Luck and integrate it into yourself.

"Therefore, I prefer to call this stage Seizing Saint Luck."

Cao Rong's voice rang out once again, reverberating throughout the space. This caused the originally quiet warriors to burst into an uproar.

After tasting the great benefits of Saint Luck, their desire for it was like a hungry wolf that had seen its prey.

"It can actually take away Saint Luck. This is not bad."

Shui Zhe was also moved. His gaze fell on the other cultivators in the seventh arena for the first time. However, his eyes were not filled with the joy of meeting an opponent, but with the greed of seeing prey.

There was no doubt that he regarded the other ninety-nine cultivators in the seventh arena as prey that could devour Saint Luck.

"I've been treated as prey. What a failure."

Zhuowen licked his lips and sneered in his heart. Shui Zhe regarded the others as prey, but he did not know that he had already been targeted by Zhuowen.

"The second stage of Seizing Saint Luck is about to begin. My clone will be the referee in your arena."