Chapter 226 - Heavenly Spiritless Golem (1/2)

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In the Sirius Titan Realm, there is a location named the Sirius Dao Arena. During the height of the White Sirius Titan Monarch's life, this Dao Arena was designed for the disciples of his force to spar amongst themselves, settle any blood feud, and accept challenges from disciples of external powers. The Sirius Dao Arena was immense for an arena. In truth, to describe it as such would not do it justice.

The Sirius Dao Arena was a sub-realm! It was a sub-realm personally created by the White Sirius Heavenly Monarch. It was also his first sub-realm he had created in his life! When one reaches the Heavenly Creation Realm, creating a sub-realm is truly an insignificant matter. Even a Heavenly Genesis cultivator could do so given a sufficient amount of time and materials. However, it's stability and characteristics would be highly dependant on the creator.

The actual arena was a full planet, revolving around this planet was ten small moons. The world didn't have a sun, but it bore light from the skies in a magical manner. The light actually originated from the suns of the Sirius Titan Realm, a unique feature the White Sirius Heavenly Monarch established after reaching his peak.

The lone planet could be described as a white marble constructed from jade. There was no trees, lakes, or wildlife. It was essentially a dead planet with only a hard-surface of white.

On one of the small moons were a group of people. These groups of people originated from the banquet from earlier. They were segregated in groups while some were maneuvering through the crowd to reach others. Those who did were dressed in servants clothing, carrying a special spatial ring containing all sorts of wines and delicacies for guests. These servants were male and female of varying races. There were even a few divine beasts amongst them.

Standing in an isolated sub-dimensional space above this moon, Zhou Xiuhei, the violet scholar, and the others were seated on elegant chairs while being served various things.

”To think that the Yun Clan actually has such capital. It truly makes one wonder about this Yun Xuli.” A thin, white-haired middle-aged man, with eyes suffused with mockery, said disdainfully. When others looked at this man, they would feel a heavy pressure emanating from his body, particularly his fists. It was as if it contained all the world's intensity.

He was dressed in a light-brown robe with a black fist embroidered on his chest. This fist felt as if it contained the past, present, and future within. He was the Sectmaster of the Fate Fist Sect, a peak-seventh level heavenly-tier force.

Sneering with his vicious canines, the black-skinned, crimson-eyed divine beast in human form named Syi added, ”From what I heard, the price they paid to afford this was not just ten heavenly crystals.” He laughed maliciously, looking towards Zhou Xiuhei. A slight flash of caution flickered within his gaze, but it disappeared as quickly as it arrived.

Zhou Xiuhei directly ignored Syi, his gaze and mind elsewhere.

The violet scholar, Shi Yan, smiled slightly, ”regardless of the circumstance, this will be an entertaining show.”

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While the rest stayed on the moon, a group of cultivators was floating above the outer space area of the arena. They were dressed in cyan robes of various designs, but they all had one synonymous trait that defined them as a singular force - a character embroidered onto their clothes. The 'Yun' character was placed brazenly on their attires for all to see.

At the center of this group was a young man. He had a slender physique, sharp eyes that seemed ready to slice all creation, a deep tyrannical aura that seemed bottomless and unfathomable, and eyes as blue as the sky itself. He seemed unfazed by the surrounding people harping in his ear both verbally and through soul transmission. These group of people was offering flattery or advice in the upcoming battle.

”Enough,” a voice thunderously resounded. A young man dressed in a cyan robe with long sleeves and white border arrived like a gust of wind before the group. The others silenced their transmissions and voices at this young man's arrival. To others, he may seem youthful, but to all these members of the Yun Clan, he was someone of the utmost importance - their Heavenly Commander!

As he floated over, the young man, Yun Bo, swept his senses over Yun Xuli. The sensory sweep wasn't too deep, but it retrieved information about Yun Xuli's state. Yun Xuli's pulse was steady, his mind calm, and his eyes were like a sword sheathed. It was ready to be drawn and reveal to the world its unparalleled sharpness!

Initially, he was going to give Yun Xuli some advice, but looking at his state at its peak, there was no need. With a slight nod, he gestured that all leave. He specifically sent soul transmissions to the select few he wished to stay. The others understood, bowing as a form of respect, they departed towards the occupied moon above.

Only three remained. One of which was Yun Baili, who wore an indifferent expression. The others were Yun Xuli's grandfather, Yun Chaoli, a sixth-floor Heavenly Genesis expert and Yun Ruli, Yun Xuli's father.

”Yun Xuli, this isn't a fight you can lose. Know this, win. You have just this one chance.” Yun Bo spoke directly.

Nodding in understanding, ”I will grasp this chance.” His voice was calm and he projected an aura of confidence that couldn't be shaken. Observing this, Yun Bo nodded. Saying a few words to Yun Chaoli and Yun Ruli, he departed. They followed along with solemn expressions. They offered a last word of encouragement before departing with Yun Bo.

Yun Xuli wasn't disturbed by this. His eyes that seemed ready to split the world in half was suffused with a keen battle intent that continued to rise with each passing second.

Suddenly, a spatial rift appeared above Yun Xuli. A figure appeared with amber-gold eyes, a physical body that put many to shame, dark-amber robe, and holding a slight smile. Yan Zaizen had been thrown into the Sirius Dao Arena. During which, Zhou Xiuhei had informed him of how the Dao Arena worked.

A Dao Arena was designed for sparring, training, or, settling blood feuds with bets or death. Two fighters of any strength could participate.

When Yan Zaizen heard this, he felt a little curious. What about cultivation base differences? How could those with vastly different cultivation bases fight in a fair environment? How could they train? These questions bewildered him until he was informed of the unique characteristics of Dao Arenas and why only Heavenly Commanders possess them.