"What 'Three Thousand Immortal Paths'? Not of the slightest use!"

Upon seeing Duan Qi be the first to leave the field, Liu Che clenched his fists.

When the envoys of the Three Thousand Immortal Paths came to act as mediators, he thought they were quite formidable; as it turned out, they were no different.

To confront Wanling Country, it looks like they must still rely on the Human Clan.

Liu Che's gaze turned towards the battlefield.

After Sun Wukong repelled Duan Qi, for some unknown reason, he stopped his attack.

Ao Luan was handling two human contestants without effort; Ren Fei and Pan Xuan were retreating step by step in front of her and seemed to be on the verge of defeat at any moment.

"Father."

The Crown Prince said to Liu Che, "If we don't use the scroll now, we're going to lose."

Liu Che narrowed his eyes, "Tell Pan Xuan to block the attack, let Ren Fei use it."

"Father!"

The Crown Prince was stunned, "Wasn't it agreed that Pan Xuan should use it?"

In their trials, Pan Xuan was the one who best matched the scroll.

"Ren Fei is enough."

Liu Che stated, "Go and signal him."

"Yes..."

Though puzzled, the Crown Prince still issued the command.

Ren Fei and Pan Xuan on the field saw a red light flash from the stands.

"It's me."

With delight, Ren Fei said to Pan Xuan, "Help me guard."

"Yes."

Without any hesitation, Pan Xuan screamed, and a green poison fog filled the battlefield.

Ao Luan let out a cold huff, the air around her pulsated, transforming into a rippling breeze that countered the dense fog, and her fierce offensive paused for a moment.

Ren Fei found an opening.

"For Your Majesty."

He used the scroll.

A ring of light rose from below Ren Fei's feet, starting to erode the flowing sand on the ground.

Ao Luan was startled and about to intervene when Pan Xuan blocked her way.

"Foolish!"

Ao Luan had murder in her heart.

Soon, Pan Xuan could no longer withstand her sword momentum and fell to the ground severely wounded.

"Pan Xuan, out."

Emperor Qinghua, overseeing the match, waved his hand and sent Pan Xuan off the field.

Ao Luan rushed towards Ren Fei.

She was a step too late—flames suddenly soared from beneath Ren Fei's feet, like a Phoenix bursting through the clouds, dazzling and dyeing the hall red.

The scenery around Ao Luan was instantly transformed.

This wasn't just a world filled with lava that devoured both the sky and the earth, it was absolute, unexceptionally scorching hot.

Countless weapons, armors, and human corpses were sinking and floating in the magma. Insane waves of fire followed one after another, lashing out in all directions, even making the spectators on the stands feel a thrill of terror.

Queen Mother looked at the sea of magma, and for some reason, the rising flames filled her with dread, "Your Majesty, what is that?"

"A curse."

The Jade Emperor answered, his voice graver than ever.

The sea of lava contained a curse capable of killing immortals and buddhas, with flames so wild they seemed to encompass the will of countless mortals.

Ao Luan was knocked away by a wave of fire in an instant.

"Alas..."

Sun Wukong sighed, stretching out his hand and seizing the flying Ao Luan.

"Brother."

Ao Luan planted her wooden sword into the ground and asked, "What is that?"

"The Will of Humanity."

Sun Wukong replied, looking at Ren Fei who was covered by lava.

He had become a three-meter-tall giant, his eyes flickering like sparks.

"The fragments of the will of tens of millions of humans from the Southern Continent, are now converging upon him."

Sun Wukong said.

The Human Clan in this contest, was meant to be invincible from the start.

These past years, the increase in the Spiritual Network of the Southern Continent, came from the interweaving of the will and Spiritual Energy of the Human Clan.

Whether it was Sun Wukong or Ao Luan, or any other competitors from the Eastern and Western Continents, none could utilize the power of the Spiritual Network as fully as the Human Clan.

"Let's begin."

Sun Wukong raised his head, seeing the Wanling Tree that envelops the South Sea County gradually transforming into red.

That is the collective will of the Human Clan, the Wanling Creation sublimated by their desire and yearning.

"As long as one masters the Spiritual Network, humans can do anything."

Sun Wukong continued, "Even gods cannot resist them."

In this limited guildhall, the advantage of the Human Clan was incomparable.

But…

"I don't believe it!"

Ao Luan rose with her sword, fighting Ren Fei amidst the raging lava.

In the fierce clashes, several streams of magma hit her body, and Ao Luan cried out in pain; seizing the opportunity, Ren Fei's right hand thundered, rushing towards Ao Luan with boundless flames.

Ao Luan's body fell downwards, creating a thunderous roar in the lava.

"I can feel it, no one can beat me."

Ren Fei strode forward, surrounded by boiling flames.

"I will not lose!"

Ao Luan struggled to stand, her fair skin carbonized and ulcerated in the lava: "I will not lose to a human."

She cannot lose, especially not to a human; she absolutely must not lose!

Blood flowed from Ao Luan's wounds, wrapping around the wooden sword as mist.

Ao Luan gripped the wooden sword tight, and vast whirlpools of Immortal Text appeared on it.

"The outcome is decided."

Sun Wukong closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he saw Ao Luan drive her sword through the giant formed from magma.

The giant fell with an incredulous expression.

In that moment, Sun Wukong seemed to hear the lament of Spiritual Energy, the disappointment and decline of countless wills.

The hope of the Human Clan—cut off.

"How could this happen!"

In the stands, Liu Che abruptly stood up.

Sun Wukong glanced back at him.

"Picked the wrong person."

He said thus.

To utilize the power of the Spiritual Network, one must first have an inclusive heart and the capacity to understand the Spiritual Network—that Pan Xuan was the actual hope.

But Liu Che, in the end, chose Ren Fei who was more loyal to himself.

"He hasn't awakened after all…"

Sun Wukong thought; the transformation of the Human Clan he had been looking forward to, ultimately, had not been seen.

Perhaps there wasn't enough time, or maybe they weren't mature enough.

Nevertheless, the Human Clan of now was not yet capable of controlling the Spiritual Network.

Sun Wukong lifted his head, looking at Ao Luan in front of him.

Ao Luan picked up the scroll from the ground.

After Ren Fei fell, the Daoist Skills he used returned to the scroll.

She looked at the Round Ball in the scroll, and for a moment, some wills from the Round Ball surged into her body.

Ao Luan's eyes suddenly flashed red, taking out the Round Ball.

"Brother, it is just the two of us now."

Ao Luan held the Round Ball facing Sun Wukong.

Even though they had worked together to strike at the enemy, in the end, she still wanted to fulfill her own wishes.

At this moment, she would stop at nothing for victory, even if it meant defeating Sun Wukong.

"Why?"

Sun Wukong asked.

"Brother is too willful."

Ao Luan's eyes were like flames; she no longer wanted to be led by Sun Wukong.

She must get the Spiritual Network; without this opportunity, she didn't know how much longer Sun Wukong would slumber.

Ao Luan placed the Round Ball into her body.

Sun Wukong watched this scene.

"That's fine."

Even though it was different from what he expected, the result was unaffected.

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