Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1985 - 1982: The Competition Begins

Last time in that relic, Xu Wendong also heard about the news of the Three-Life Stone Fragment, but unfortunately, he couldn’t fully explore the relic then.

Even among the many disciples of the Heavenly Nether Sect, no one had heard of anyone obtaining the Three-Life Stone.

After all, the Three-Life Stone is the supreme treasure of the Netherworld; if it were that easy to obtain, it would be truly astonishing.

Xu Wendong walked towards the Martial Arts Arena of the Heavenly Nether Sect.

Along the way, sunlight spilled onto his body, illuminating his upright figure.

Today’s selection tournament would naturally take place in the Martial Arts Arena.

At this moment, the Martial Arts Arena was already a sea of people.

As one of the strongest forces in the Heavenly Nether Domain, the Heavenly Nether Sect had many disciples, and almost all of them had gathered for today’s tournament.

The majority of them were well aware of their own strength and knew they couldn’t rank within the top hundred, let alone the top thirty to gain the qualification to enter the Nether Ruins.

Yet even so, they still came with anticipation, hoping to witness the prowess of the strong and perhaps gain some experience from it.

Xu Wendong arrived at the Martial Arts Arena, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a hawk.

The crowd was dense, a sea of black heads, with many already recognizing him.

"Look, it’s Lin Mo."

"A disciple from the Sect Master Peak, if only I were one too."

"Hehe, you? Dream on?"

"To become a disciple of the Eight Great Elders or the Sect Master, you can’t have weak cultivation talent. This guy, his skills are really strong!"

The crowd chattered on excitedly.

However, not everyone in the vast Heavenly Nether Sect was familiar with Xu Wendong’s achievements.

"Is he really that strong?" someone asked curiously, unable to resist.

"Strong? You clearly don’t know about his feats!" Immediately, someone responded enthusiastically, beginning to recount them as if showing off treasures.

Since Xu Wendong entered the Heavenly Nether Sect, he was seen as a discarded pawn by many.

He obtained a spot from Lin Dong to participate in the relic trials, which others saw as a suicidal mission.

However, to everyone’s surprise, it was Xu Wendong who ultimately cracked the trial!

Moreover, in the relic, Xu Wendong had already displayed astonishing prowess, being able to sever Lou An’s arm, who was ranked within the top forty.

Such impressive feats allowed him to be accepted into the Sect Master Peak.

"I heard he can even engrave Netherworld Talismans, and even Eighth Elder, Elder Qi, speaks highly of him and wants him to join the Nether Talisman Hall."

Event after event linked like pearls, giving everyone a clearer understanding of Xu Wendong.

Many secretly prayed in their hearts, hoping not to encounter Xu Wendong in the selection, for otherwise, their chances would be slim indeed.

Xu Wendong quietly watched the crowd, saying nothing.

His steps were steady as he walked straight to the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

A tall platform had already been erected here, exuding an ancient aura.

Below the platform, a row of stewards sat at a table, meticulously registering the names of disciples participating in the selection tournament.

"Name." A steward, without lifting his head, asked Xu Wendong while holding a brush.

"Lin Mo," Xu Wendong clearly replied.

"Oh?" Hearing this name, the steward’s initially lowered eyes brightened instantly, like a star suddenly lit up in the night sky.

He looked up, staring piercingly at Xu Wendong, his mouth involuntarily curling into a smile, hiding some indescribable meaning in it.

Finally, he had waited for him!

"Is there a problem?" Xu Wendong wondered, frowning slightly. He keenly noticed the steward’s teasing gaze, which seemed somewhat peculiar.

"Of course, there’s no problem." The steward said cheerfully, picking up the brush to neatly write the words "Lin Mo" on a piece of paper, then simply placing the paper aside.

Xu Wendong watched this, his frown deepening.

He felt something was off. Other stewards placed completed registration slips into a box, which would later be used for randomly drawing opponents.

Yet his name wasn’t put into the box, which was really strange.

However, Xu Wendong said nothing on the spot, pondering internally about what this person intended to play at.

Soon, all disciples intending to join the selection tournament in the Heavenly Nether Sect were registered.

The Heavenly Nether Sect had tens of thousands of disciples, but only three thousand participated in this selection tournament.

The strength among these three thousand participants was not to be underestimated. Of course, some were hoping to muddle their way through.

After all, this was a major selection of the Heavenly Nether Sect, and a good performance in the tournament could catch the attention of the Elders. If accepted as a disciple, it would be a leap to great opportunities.

Suddenly, outside the Heavenly Nether Sect, eight towering pillars of lava surged into the sky.

These searing columns erupted from the ground with a powerful momentum.

Then, the surging lava slowly transformed into eight majestic thrones.

The eight Elders, like gods descending to the mortal world, each sat upon them.

The magical, uncanny display left many disciples agape with astonishment.

Their eyes widened, mouths slightly open, faces full of awe and shock.

At that moment, Sect Master Li Lingtian appeared in the sky above the Martial Arts Arena like a dazzling star.

He wore a magnificent robe billowing in the wind, with a smile that carried a reassuring power.

He quietly scanned the crowd below, his eyes filled with hope for the disciples.

"This selection tournament of the Heavenly Nether Sect officially begins. Of the three thousand registered disciples, selections will be made today." Li Lingtian’s voice resonated like a bell, echoing across the Martial Arts Arena.

He waved a large hand, and the enormous Martial Arts Arena began to move slowly as if pushed by an invisible hand.

Before long, the giant Martial Arts Arena was remarkably divided into ten zones, with the central platform evenly sectioned into ten parts.

The intricate grandeur of this move left everyone in admiration, filling them with reverence for the Sect Master’s strength and skill.

"This selection tournament will randomly pick opponents for you. Those whose names are called, step forward." With that, Li Lingtian instructed, and a box emitting a faint glow appeared before each of the Eight Great Elders.

The Elders casually drew one disciple’s information from the box.

The disciples whose names were called stepped energetically onto their designated arenas, eyes brimming with battle spirit and anticipation.

Repeating the process, all ten arenas were soon filled with disciples ready for the competition.

The first round of contests officially began.

Among three thousand people, it would take some time before it was his turn.

Since his name wasn’t called, Xu Wendong leisurely found a spot to rest.

Then his gaze spotted Zhao Ying’er in the crowd.

"Come here." Xu Wendong raised his hand, beckoning Zhao Ying’er with a gesture that was casual yet carried an irresistible power.

However, Zhao Ying’er froze as if seeing a ghost, unwilling to move her feet.

She was terrified of Xu Wendong...