System's Super Sect Chapter 947 - 890: A Thousand Surround Yun Liao

Passing through the Heaven-Connecting Gate signifies the conclusion of the preliminary round.

A ray of golden light descends from the Heaven-Connecting Gate, morphing into a golden emblem that imprints itself on the necks of all who successfully traverse it.

This emblem serves as a pass; possessing it alone grants entry to the venue for the second round.

"In seven days, the second round commences on the Wind and Cloud Platform!" After revealing the second round's location, the You Country soldiers stationed behind the Heaven-Connecting Gate started pressing Yun Liao to depart.

Wu Yan, who had trailed Yun Liao right into the Heaven-Connecting Gate, halted his steps, disregarding the soldiers' urgings from You Country, and positioned himself squarely before Yun Liao. Even with eyes shut, Yun Liao sensed the surging battle intent and unyielding killing aura radiating from Wu Yan.

"Don’t get knocked out at the Wind and Cloud Platform!" Wu Yan warned before swiftly retreating from the Heaven-Connecting Gate and venturing further into the Heaven Ascending Plateau.

Yun Liao cast a look at Wu Yan’s retreating form, then maneuvered his sword to soar back toward the Flying Ship.

As Yun Liao touched down on the Flying Ship’s deck, the disciples rushed over at once, faces etched with concern, exclaiming, "Elder Yun, we witnessed numerous daunting challengers and elite geniuses pursuing you into the first Heaven-Connecting Gate!"

Yun Liao responded with composure, "It’s of no concern. For your part, dive into secluded cultivation for three months; make sure you don’t lag behind the rest."

Hearing this, the group swiftly pledged their vows!

"Disciples will strive with all our might to claim spots in the top hundred!"

"Me too!"

"If I fail to enter the top hundred, may I go without Sister Huai Ye’s tasty meals for a whole year."

Witnessing the fiery zeal of the Sect disciples, Yun Liao grinned in satisfaction, "Excellent, true to form as Immortal Sect disciples!"

Such disciples make every hardship worthwhile!

Right then, Wen Ping interjected, "Chen Xie has uncovered the second round’s rules; the Wind and Cloud Platform evaluates the Spirit Body. Similar to this round, masses will be culled. From preliminary round passers, just one percent will endure!"

"Such a brutal elimination rate?" Yun Liao expressed astonishment.

"Thus, your task is to prevent anyone from draining your spiritual power, lest you face elimination." Wen Ping pivoted to face the disciples, "This warning applies to you all as well."

With the disciples nodding in agreement, Wen Ping faced forward again, clapped Yun Liao’s shoulder, and declared, "Should anyone strike at you, slaughter them without mercy."

"Sect Leader, didn’t you just mention?"

Yun Liao gazed at his Sect Leader in bewilderment.

Wen Ping flashed a sly grin and elaborated, "Be it Sword Control Skill or spells, neither depletes spiritual power. Don’t merely kill—slaughter until fear grips them! Ignore foes’ statuses; simply eradicate."

"I get it." Yun Liao nodded, grasping the point.

Regardless of the Sect Leader’s deeper motives, it boils down to unleashing slaughter on the Wind and Cloud Platform in seven days.

Any who dare oppose him—perish!

Having covered these instructions, Wen Ping lingered briefly before descending the Flying Ship, observing the final 80 participants step through the Heaven-Connecting Gate.

Those trailing the Immortal Sect disciples through the Heaven-Connecting Gate drew no attention from Wen Ping, as genuine powerhouses among them were scarce.

They posed no real menace to the Immortal Sect disciples!

With all having crossed the Heaven-Connecting Gate, Wen Ping piloted the Flying Ship straight for the Wind and Cloud Platform. Gliding over the Heaven-Connecting Gate’s airspace, he instinctively peered downward.

There, the ten Divine Generals of Jisheng Hall stared upward at him, their eyes brimming with icy disdain and faint killing intent.

After a brief one-second stare-down, Wen Ping averted his gaze, urged the Flying Ship onward, and arrived at the Wind and Cloud Platform within the hour.

From a distance, it resembles a massive altar.

Yet this altar boasts a fearsome scale, each flank rising in steps a thousand feet broad. Viewed from afar, it evokes a grand Heaven Ascending Stairway. Beyond its immense breadth, the Wind and Cloud Platform towers to staggering heights.

Fully three hundred feet tall!

Ten such Wind and Cloud Platforms exist!

They loom across the Heaven Ascending Plateau like colossal guardians of the realm.

Come evening, tents sprawl endlessly for dozens of miles encircling the Wind and Cloud Platform, ablaze with lights through seven unbroken nights of unending festivities.

You Country enforces a strict rule: during the Seven Domains Celestial Ascension Ranking, any private fight results in the immediate execution of the fighter, and their entire faction could face total annihilation.

Having endured these seven days as tranquil as an ancient well without ripples, the second round of the Seven Domains Celestial Ascension Ranking was finally on the cusp of commencing.

Over a million geniuses who survived the preliminary round started converging beneath the ten Wind and Cloud Platforms. As the second round kicked off, the Hall Master of Jisheng Hall at last revealed himself to the crowd—a robust elder emanating bone-chilling killing intent with each movement.

That alone sufficed to show he had slain countless foes.

Without such a bloody past, his killing intent couldn’t possibly swirl around him like the wind, ever-present!

"Di Chen... Hall Master of Jisheng Hall... Earth Unrestricted Upper Realm." Aboard the Flying Ship, Wen Ping murmured while staring at the Hall Master of Jisheng Hall atop the Wind and Cloud Platform.

Once Di Chen showed up, he lifted a hand to hush the masses. "The chance arrives but once; miss it, and a century passes before another. Starting now, charge upward, all of you! Climb higher on the steps for greater rewards!"

His words barely faded when ninety-nine percent of the million-plus surged forward like ravenous tigers lunging at the Wind and Cloud Platform.

Yun Liao held back, aware of the crowd encircling him—all poised to tail him onto the Wind and Cloud Platform. No genius needed to puzzle out their scheme.

With crowds scaling the Wind and Cloud Platform, distant onlookers erupted in cheers, only to shift their focus swiftly to Yun Liao.

For his group stood as the lone bunch unmoving.

While others scrambled vigorously up the Wind and Cloud Platform, these folks hadn’t budged an inch.

As whispers buzzed among the spectators, one from the thousand encircling Yun Liao emerged from the throng and sneered casually, "Scared stiff? Where’s that Heaven-Connecting Gate bravado? No rush—we’ve got all the patience in the world to wait!"

Yun Liao ignored it, eyes fixed on the Wind and Cloud Platform, observing the climbers as if merely watching a show.

The taunts kept ringing out without cease.

"Red Domain’s top genius, with such guts?"

"Killed Ji Daoshi with this level of spine? All talk."

"A glory hound!"

The jeers buzzed like relentless mosquitoes around Yun Liao’s ears, but he acted utterly deaf to them.

Onlookers from afar cast occasional looks at Yun Liao’s crew.

Even Jisheng Hall’s Hall Master Di Chen’s attention drifted their way.

Suddenly, Yun Liao advanced. "You love trailing me? Fine, follow along to the top."

With that, Yun Liao strolled leisurely toward the Wind and Cloud Platform.

Over a thousand then closed in from every direction, shadowing his every step onto the Wind and Cloud Platform.

Atop the Wind and Cloud Platform, Yun Liao declared gravely, "I stayed put earlier to avoid harming bystanders while I slaughter you lot!"

(Heh... tossing in a plea for monthly tickets.)