Chapter 243, Transform and Meeting

Translator: Tamon

Translation Checker: Silavin

 

In these three days, the Trial Tower had fewer and fewer candidates roaming its floors.

 

Of the initial hundred thousand-plus cultivators joining the disciple contest, as little as one hundred remained.

 

It spoke volumes of its brutal competitiveness.

 

Besides the contest, there were hordes of cultivators working hard to advance in a desperate effort to get into Chen Changan’s good graces and be among the select few to ascend.

 

Nevertheless, a crowd still formed before the screens, witnessing the events in the Trial Tower.

 

The disciple contest decided the wielder of the Nine Provinces Cauldron, the Heavenly Dao Protector.

 

More importantly, the best among these hundred candidates would become Chen Changan’s disciple.

 

But who? It was a burning question on all their minds.

 

Bai Yue, Qin Xiuwen, Fa Tian, Qinq Yunfei. These Immortal Domain geniuses were beyond strong, armed with many skills, trained since young.

 

The higher the floor, the higher their cultivation would get as well, further exacerbating the gap with the natives.

 

However, these three days presented them with one obstacle: meeting up and fighting it out.

 

Some were stronger, but all wished to kill the competition, though it was far harder than it seemed.

 

Hence, they came to an accord to fight on the eighteenth floor, and the winner would move up.

 

In their eyes, only one of them, four Immortal Domain geniuses, had the right to win.

 

As the four marched on for the decisive floor, they were oblivious to Mo Wentian gaining on them.

 

The Trial Tower was fraught with incessant fights, be they the obvious ones, between cultivators and abominations, but also among themselves for the Trial Grain.

 

Most of the candidates were stuck on the fifteenth floor, increasing the odds of meeting up.

 

The mere act of reaching this floor proved their strength and character.

 

Each was a true talent that the Nine Province Continent had to offer among thousands of people.

 

They held in their hearts the belief they would be the ones to win the Trial Tower and become Senior’s disciple.

 

It led to battles of elimination on the first greeting.

 

Of the thousands of people remaining, most didn’t die from abominations, but by each other’s hands.

 

Mo Wentian had met plenty of them in his climb, all thirsting for his death.

 

A shame he grew a spine, a Dragon’s at that, and unleashed his potential on the level of an Immortal Domain genius.

 

The native geniuses were something, but nothing he couldn’t handle.

 

Their demise was all but guaranteed.

 

Mo Wentian was quick to slay his abomination quota and climb to the next floor, but on the sixteenth floor, he still saw no sight of Fa Tian and co.

 

Mo Wentian’s heart sank and anxiety took him.

 

“Old man, do you think those Immortal Domain geniuses cleared the tower by now?”

 

The Immortal Emperor sneered.

 

“You’re potential has reached their level and this is but the sixteenth floor, giving you the Empty Immortal first layer cultivation. With abominations’ strength increasing all the same, not even they could handle them with ease. They might just be around.

 

“Or maybe they just reached the eighteenth floor.”

 

Mo Wentian gripped the iron blade tighter, stained with the blood of thousands of abominations.

 

“Then I’ll just have to work faster.”

 

In just a few days since he entered the Trial Tower, Mo Wentian had undergone a total transformation.

 

One reason was Chen Changan’s gift of Creation bestowed with each passed floor, improving his talent.

 

More importantly, it was Mo Wentian’s new backbone, becoming a true Dragon among men, helping him gain precious experience in his near-death encounters with the abominations.

 

His aura was now filled with bloodthirst, and it was only getting stronger.

 

Trial Tower worked wonders in making him grow up.

 

The transformation wasn’t limited to him alone, for each candidate that passed the tenth floor mark was changed in some way or another.

 

All of it was by the grace of Chen Changan’s Creation and precious experience.

 

The one-eyed Immortal Emperor had front-row seats to his monumental change.

 

His initial disdain for Mo Wentian’s obsession with Chen Changan had shifted from seeing how the Trial Tower operated.

 

His eyes were opened to Chen Changan’s strength, eclipsing his completely.

 

Just this Trial Tower proved his skills might be limitless.

 

The Immortal Emperor had roamed the vast Immortal Domains for eons and had seen his fair share of oddities.

 

But never this Trial Tower.

 

He was certain it would raise monsters from the Nine Province Continent.

 

If the Trial Tower had been in the Immortal Domains, it would have been put to greater use.

 

Every Immortal Domain would have gotten the chance to raise even more geniuses.

 

Mo Wentian was the prime example.

 

The only downside was the extreme brutality.

 

Over a hundred thousand entered this tower to begin with, but now just a hundred remained within its walls.

 

Sure, they were the cream of the crop, but the price was exorbitant, paid in the blood of the people.

 

The Immortal Emperor sighed.

 

“One man’s gain is the fall of thousands.”

 

Alas, he didn’t know of Chen Changan’s godlike Creation skill he abused the hell out of.

 

All those casualties simply sprouted up just outside, like nothing happened.

 

Not a single true casualty had occurred.

 

It was good he was blind to the truth, for he’d have a mental breakdown then and there.

 

Mo Wentian killed more abominations as the old man mooching in his mind had a flight of fancy, until he met someone at long last.

 

He gripped his sword hard.

 

“Fa Tian, to think I’d meet you on the sixteenth floor.”