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The Grand Court’s central arena groaned beneath the sudden surge of spatial energy. The grand teleportation array, carved deep into the bedrock of Sky Jade City, erupted with a blinding white light that pierced through the encroaching twilight. The deafening hum that followed seemed to tear through the very fabric of reality, forcing tens of thousands of spectators to shield their eyes as the terrifying spatial fluctuations swept across the arena.

Thirty days inside the Void Ascension Battlefield had concluded. The first preliminary round was over.

As the blinding light rapidly dissipated, peeling away like a curtain of glowing mist, the figures of the participating nominees gradually emerged within the arena. One after another, they returned to the outside world, their silhouettes becoming clearer as the spatial fluctuations slowly settled.

And Of the four hundred and seventy cultivators who had entered the pocket realm, barely two hundred remained conscious. They materialized in the arena in varying states of absolute ruin.

Some collapsed onto the ground the moment their feet touched the outside world, coughing up blood as their shattered armor fell from their bodies and fractured meridians struggled to circulate spiritual energy. Others could barely remain standing, leaning heavily against broken weapons for support, their eyes wide as they frantically scanned the arena around them, still trapped in the lingering paranoia of the hunt.

The gap between the Upper and Lower Divisions was physically undeniable.

The Lower Division cultivators looked like refugees who had barely escaped a natural disaster. Their robes were torn, their bodies stained with blood, and many could barely remain standing without relying on broken weapons or the support of their companions.

In stark contrast, the Upper Division cultivators, though some were battered and exhausted, still stood with their spines straight and their heads held high. Their bodies carried the scars of battle, yet their eyes remained sharp and their auras steady, radiating the arrogant, blood soaked pride of apex predators that had successfully gorged themselves on weaker prey.

The difference required no explanation, as it could be seen with a single glance.

And then, there was Lin Yuan.

He materialized near the eastern edge of the arena. The turbulent spatial energy surrounding the teleportation array washed over him, yet it failed to disturb even a single thread of his pristine black and white Daoist robes.

He did not pant, and there was not even a trace of exhaustion upon his face.

His posture remained perfectly relaxed, his hands casually clasped behind his back as his deep purple eyes calmly swept across the enormous arena. The absolute tranquility radiating from his Early-Stage Spirit Severing aura made him look less like a participant of a brutal thirty day battlefield and more like an immortal expert who had merely returned from a leisurely afternoon stroll through a secluded garden.

Compared to the battered cultivators surrounding him, Lin Yuan’s appearance was almost absurdly out of place.

It was as though the thirty days within the pocket realm had never happened to him at all.

Then his deep purple eyes swept through the chaotic, murmuring crowds of the provincial pavilions until they found the eastern terrace.

There, sitting gracefully in her wheelchair, was Bai Qingyue. The early morning breeze gently caught the fox shawl draped over her shoulders and played with the black strands of her beautiful hair. Despite the roaring pandemonium erupting across the Grand Court, her eyes were locked entirely onto him.

The moment their eyes met, the deafening noise of the arena seemed to fade into a quiet, distant hum.

Lin Yuan gave a faint, almost imperceptible nod. The cold sharpness in his flawless features softened slightly, conveying a sense of absolute reassurance without the need for words.

Bai Qingyue’s breath hitched slightly, the profound tension that had gripped her chest for the past hours instantly melting away. A breathtaking, radiant smile bloomed across her face, and she returned the nod. Her husband had stepped into a cage of monsters, shattered their absolute hierarchy, and walked out without a single scratch.

But the quiet intimacy of their exchange was rapidly swallowed by the erupting chaos of the Chu Province delegation.

"Where is he?!" the Chu Provincial Lord, Chu Wuhai, roared. "Where is the Young Master?! Find Chu Kuang!"

The elders of the Chu Province were in a state of absolute, manic panic. The monolith had shown their invincible heir plummeting to zero tokens. In the brutal environment of the Void Ascension Battlefield, losing all of one’s tokens usually meant one thing: the cultivator had been hunted down, beaten to a pulp, and potentially crippled by a coalition of desperate rivals.

"There!" a Chu lieutenant shouted, pointing a trembling finger toward the center of the arena.

The crowd of battered cultivators parted instinctively, moving away from a suffocating, incredibly dense aura that felt like liquid lead.

Standing in the center of the dispersal zone was Chu Kuang.

The Chu Patriarch froze, his breath catching in his throat. He had expected to see his son bleeding out, missing limbs, or lying in a comatose state.

Instead, Chu Kuang looked... completely fine.

In fact, he looked more than fine. The heavy halberd was strapped securely to his back. His armor was slightly scorched, but he was not bleeding. More terrifyingly, the aura radiating from his massive frame was no longer that of the Peerless Stage. It was darker, heavier, and possessed a weight that caused the surrounding air to warp and distort.

"Heavens above..." an elder of a neutral sect gasped, staggering backward. "That is... that is the Half-Step Transcendent realm! He actually broke through!"

To the shock of everyone present, including the other six Peerless Geniuses, the aura radiating from Chu Kuang was no longer that of a peerless stage Spirit Severing cultivator.

He had already stepped into the Half-Step Transcendent Stage of Spirit Severing.

The entire Grand Court fell into a stunned silence.

Even the other Peerless Geniuses could not conceal the gravity in their expressions.

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