Chapter 270: Mysteries Within the Tiny Cosmic Niche

The Tiny Cosmic Niche.

It is a unique space carved out by the ancestral founder of Qianyuan Divine Sect after his transformation, using his profound Dao Essence.

Within lies an entire universe, mysterious and singular.

It is somewhat reminiscent of the Bizarre Temple found in Bizarre Temples, except that these sanctuaries form from the diffusion and contamination of divine nature—with their vastness closely linked to the divine rank of the Temple Spirit of a Bizarre Temple.

The higher the rank of a Bizarre Temple, the more expansive its Bizarre Temple becomes.

And with it, the powers contained within—from the Temple Protection Incantation to demons and malevolent entities—grow ever stronger.

In some large Bizarre Temples, one may even find veins of Divine Crystal, mined from within.

The Grand Inspector of the Imperial Watch in Divine Capital once compiled a book titled “Treatise on the Bizarre Temple of Great Realm Temples,” which meticulously analyzed these transformations.

In the ten Bizarre Temples lacking a Bizarre Temple, from the Nine Luminaries onward, sanctuaries emerge along with Divine Crystals to aid mortal cultivators.

In his Treatise, the Grand Inspector advanced a theory.

He speculated that the myriad Weird Sanctuaries of Bizarre Temples…

are, in fact, just one single locale.

Yet, to date, this hypothesis remains unproven.

The Treatise even compares the Weird Sanctuaries of Bizarre Temples to the Tiny Cosmic Niche of Divine Calamity cultivators.

In truth, the Tiny Cosmic Niche is a space created by Divine Calamity cultivators using their Dao Essence—a haven to evade and counteract the myriad tribulations.

Simply put, it is their sanctuary against calamities.

Moreover, the Grand Inspector put forth a second view.

He asserted that the Bizarre Temple…

is the refuge where the Temple Spirit escapes tribulations.

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Buzzing——

A flight of white jade steps winds upward to an almost unimaginable height, as if reaching beyond the peak of the Tiny Cosmic Niche.

Counting the steps reveals countless thousands.

They resemble a dragon’s scales unfurling—a brilliant, undulating dragon that rises, its head lost amidst swirling mists.

At the very summit of these white jade steps,

rests the divine eagle of Qianyuan Divine Sect’s ancestral founder, now quivering subtly.

Beneath the white jade memorial archway of the Qianyuan Divine Sect Mountain Gate,

and under the Dao Essence archway,

Lü Taibai sits on the Master’s Chair. His silver hair dances in the breeze as countless glints of sword-light flicker in his eyes, mirroring the image of the ancestral statue.

A slight frown mars his face, and suspicion tugs at his heart.

With a gentle tap of his finger, an invisible link is forged—and the ancestral founder’s divine eagle at the summit gradually calms, ceasing its tremble.

Though its quivering is slight…

its significance is far from trivial.

At this rate, it won’t be long before the founder awakens…

But XiXi was merely the first prodigy to enter the Tiny Cosmic Niche.

No sooner had the first prodigy appeared than the founder’s awakening began…

So, do the subsequent prodigies even need to display their talent?

Thus, Lü Taibai cannot allow the founder to awaken too early.

He is forced to slightly elevate the threshold of the founder’s divine eagle’s talent sensitivity.

Sitting in his chair, his silver hair cascades like a waterfall in the spring breeze.

His slender fingers tap lightly on the chair.

It is merely a minor increase in the sensitivity of the founder’s perception of talent—a small adjustment.

Those prodigies come equipped with various methods to boost their talent; surely, they should awaken the founder.

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Crack! Crack!——

Leaden clouds pile overhead as thick torrents of rain churn and roll. Solid raindrops burst forth from the clouds, crashing down onto the mortal world with generous force.

Li Che sits upright beneath the white jade archway, on the chair that signifies his status as an elder of Qianyuan Divine Sect.

His eyes glimmer as half his spirit is already immersed in the Cosmic Chessboard.

Through the intertwined visions of the Cosmic Chessboard, he watches XiXi’s situation inside the Tiny Cosmic Niche.

Essentially, he observes the niche from XiXi’s perspective.

His consciousness even reaches through the Feilei Chess Piece, sensing the singular aura within the niche.

This Tiny Cosmic Niche… though far less stable than a Bizarre Temple,

harbors within it an immensely grand and potent power…

a force that transcends Divine Perception—a mystery that irresistibly draws Li Che.

“Dao Essence!”

Seated on the Master’s Chair, Li Che relaxes his hands while his eyes flash with acute brilliance.

Dao Essence…

is the power even the Divine Nucleus Great God craves.

It is the very basis for reaching the Divine Calamity realm!

A power of the highest order!

Li Che lightly taps his finger on the chair.

Ripples form in his heart.

On the Grand Plaza, carriages bloom like spring flowers in a gentle rain. Rainwater cascades over canopies, birthing a hazy mist.

Yet beneath the white jade archway, the elders’ cultivation stands formidable.

Their powerful Divine Perception warps the falling rain, forming a dry oasis untouched by droplets.

XiXi enters the Tiny Cosmic Niche with remarkable ease—a fluid, almost silken motion.

Meanwhile, other prodigies at the entrance immediately feel the pressure and resistance.

Gongshu Wéntian unleashes a surge of Qi; within his ten-year-old body, he erupts with energies akin to a consummate Master’s level, slowly tearing apart the invisible air barrier.

He successfully steps into the Tiny Cosmic Niche.

Following him is Gu He from Tian Dan Divine Sect of Guangling; a prodigy and great-grandson of the Dan King.

His unruly black hair and a ten-year-old body, already nourished by elixirs to resemble that of a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old, mark his transformation.

With a fierce gaze and a fiery divine pattern between his brows, Gu He flicks his finger—a pill erupts before him into a burst of dense powder that is entirely absorbed.

In an instant, Gu He’s suffused with a reddish glow—as if a red-hot branding iron tore through the air barrier granting him entry into the niche.

“That is Tian Dan Divine Sect’s top-tier Divine Seed technique, ‘Tian Dan Treasure Art!’ This child has already mastered it—at least to a minor degree.”

“Tian Dan Divine Sect… renowned as the richest clan in the realm, whose elixirs not only heal but also slay foes…”

“Indeed, there are even rumors that Tian Dan Divine Sect possesses a technique called ‘Scattering Pills to Form Soldiers.’ I wonder if this Dan King descendant has learned it…”

Below, many powerful cultivators watch intently, their eyes alight with insight as they recognize the arcane methods and aura exuded by Gu He.

At the tender age of ten, mastering even a nascent stage of Divine Seed Martial Arts is extraordinarily impressive.

Learning Divine Seed Martial Arts favors youth—after all, it requires activating the body’s meridian nodes.

Thus, one’s physical strength must keep pace with the cultivation.

Without sufficient strength…

one risks a catastrophic bodily rupture.

Even for a Grandmaster of Divine Guts, mastering Divine Seed Martial Arts is no trivial feat.

But perhaps Gu He, coming from Tian Dan Divine Sect, ingested an elixir that bolstered his physical strength enough to bear the Divine Seed.

Amid wind, rain, and flashing lightning!

After the leaden clouds, a roar of spring thunder shakes the heavens!

Following Gu He, prodigies from Xuanfu Divine Sect appear—Xuan Yue unveils a divine base etched with talismans, cascading potent divine energy like a waterfall.

They step into the Tiny Cosmic Niche.

Soon after, prodigies from the Dragon Child Register such as Lü Qingxuan, and from Seven Treasure Divine Sect like Ning Caihe, demonstrate their abilities.

Lu Chi, draped in an exquisitely elegant robe that flutters in the wind and wearing a cold, unsmiling expression, approaches the niche, feeling the mounting pressure.

He cannot help but recall how effortlessly XiXi entered the niche.

A sigh escapes him.

“It’s been ages since I last saw XiXi… and she has truly grown, her talent even more formidable.”

But…

a flash of coldness gleams in Lu Chi’s eyes.

A demonic lotus pattern on his brow suddenly illuminates, as if a black flame lotus has erupted all around him.

With the demonic lotus coiling, Lu Chi steps forward and smoothly enters the niche.

Xiao Longnv Ao Qingqing feels overwhelming pressure this month—truly a living nightmare.

Once doted on by her little aunt, she now faces severe, merciless discipline, with her cultivation being pushed to excruciating limits.

Yet in this time, Ao Qingqing’s cultivation has soared.

She knows her little aunt’s goal is to have her suppress Li Nuǎnxi in this final sect leader evaluation.

Ao Qingqing can’t help but feel some sympathy for her little aunt.

She is well aware of her aunt’s past—once carefree, only to be ultimately sacrificed as a pawn in a marriage to Ji Mo Li of the Dragon God Clan.

She recalls that her aunt once loved someone—who, it seems, has long since died after heroically saving her from a mysterious ambush by Underworld forces.

Her little aunt is truly pitied…

yet Ao Qingqing cannot help but ponder her own future.

In her deep blue, mirror-like eyes, a trace of melancholy flickers.

If she fails to seize this chance during the sect leader’s personal test, perhaps… her own future will be that of a sacrificial pawn.

Just like Yue Linghu—who treats her almost as a betrothed.

But Ao Qingqing has no affection for Yue Linghu.

Boom——!

Ao Qingqing crashes into the entrance of the Tiny Cosmic Niche.

Her eyes narrow slightly…

and she discovers that she cannot advance any further—even the mighty physical prowess of the Dragon God Clan fails to breach the barrier.

This makes her whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Could it be…

that she is about to be filtered out at the very first talent test?

Anger surges within Ao Qingqing; she knows the reason isn’t her lack of strength…

but rather the Qianyuan Divine Sect’s discrimination against non-Great Realm races!

Although Sect Leader Lü Taibai preaches inclusiveness, prodigies from outside the Great Realm must display exceptional talent to be accepted—

an invisible barrier indeed.

It is not only the Dragon God Clan; members of the Da Li Royal Court, ancient clans from beyond, even incarnated Temple Spirits, all are judged harshly.

Ao Qingqing grits her teeth, her whole body trembling, yet she refuses to yield.

With a resounding roar, as if a blue dragon’s silhouette emerges behind her, her Dragon God blood surges!

Ao Qingqing charges into the entrance; her pores flare wide, and even her reverse-scaled area ignites.

At last, she manages to step into the Tiny Cosmic Niche.

But merely entering leaves her feeling as though she is drenched in spilled blood.

“Li Nuǎnxi!”

Ao Qingqing gasps heavily—for her aunt’s sake…

she simply cannot afford to lose!

Besides these prodigies bet upon by the Qiankun Gambling Den,

many prodigies from major clans, from Zhou City, and even neighboring Daocheng have surged forward to challenge the Tiny Cosmic Niche.

For example, prodigies from families such as Yun’e, Zhou Peng, Su Li, and others rise gracefully.

During this, many clan prodigies fail to breach the entrance and are repelled by the air barrier.

It becomes crystal clear…

the talent test begins right at the niche entrance.

The failure rate is staggering.

Most prodigies barely make any headway, colliding with the barrier, struggling step by step.

In the end, they are all turned away.

Splash, splash…

The spring rain intensifies, pounding with immense force.

Many prodigies, unable even to approach the entrance, are washed away by the rain as if doused with icy water, their bodies stiffening instantly.

On the Grand Plaza, a heavy silence falls.

Sighs echo across the expanse.

Clearly, the final personal evaluation by the sect leader of Qianyuan Divine Sect is far harsher than ever before.

In the past, such brutal screening did not begin at the entrance.

Nearly 70% of prodigies are eliminated in one sweep.

A single talent test wipes out 70% of all contenders.

Ding-a-ling…

Suddenly,

the clear tinkling of a bell rings out amid the torrential spring rain.

At the far end of the Grand Plaza, a figure entirely cloaked in black slowly approaches.

Elders cast curious glances; their eyes reveal surprise.

The newcomer comprises three individuals—two adults and a child—all wrapped in black robes.

Among them, even the small child is cloaked in black, coming from the direction of Daocheng, with a bell around his neck that jingles persistently.

The bell is purple, exuding an intense divine aura.

Beneath the white jade archway,

Lü Taibai’s gaze lifts ever so slightly, his silver hair fine as threads.

Not only he, but every elder—including Li Che—directs their attention towards the newcomer.

Li Che’s eyes narrow as they fix on that purple bell.

Star Plucking Gaze!

Countless insights and truths are unveiled!

【Divine Weapon (Mid-Rank of the Five Elders): Tai Sui Purple-Gold Bell】

A peculiar luster flashes in Li Che’s eyes!

A mid-ranked weapon among the Five Elders?!

Its quality is undoubtedly exceptional.

Yet it hangs from a small child’s neck—how brazen!

Who is this newcomer?

“Da Li Royal Court.”

A soft voice rings out—it is Gongshu Jingjun, seated not far away.

“These three… are divine cultivators from Da Li Royal Court.”

“We assumed Da Li wouldn’t send anyone this time, but they’ve dispatched prodigies… it appears that their representative has divined that the sect leader’s final evaluation will determine the next head of the sect…”

Gongshu Jingjun speaks gravely.

“The sect leader already has a disciple from Da Li Royal Court by the name of Chikuang.”

“This child with the purple-gold bell about his neck should be a descendant of the Grand Witch of Da Li Royal Court.”

The child removes his cloak, revealing a head of purple hair and a face streaked with painted colors, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“From the Grand Witch lineage—Jin Taisui.”

The young man’s eyes shine with defiance, his purple hair swirling wildly in the spring rain.

“I pay my respects to Sect Leader Da Shen of Qianyuan.”

“The Grand Witch once lauded the sect leader’s swordsmanship as transcendent—a masterpiece worthy of the title ‘Earthly Sword Immortal.’”

Lü Taibai nods slightly as he responds, “The Grand Witch’s praise is exaggerated.”

“Thus, the Grand Witch sent me here; he wishes to see if I might earn a chance to become his personal disciple…”

“I heard that the Grand Gathering has attracted many talented prodigies—Tai Sui, emerging alone from the desert, wishes to see if they will fail to live up to his expectations.”

The purple-haired youth smiles broadly—radiant and confident, yet his tone is laced with arrogance.

Lü Taibai’s gaze remains indifferent.

“Go on—you won’t be disappointed.”

With that, the purple-haired youth Jin Taisui bows with the proper Da Li Royal Court etiquette toward Lü Taibai. The purple-gold bell around his neck jingles, exuding a mesmerizing, almost overwhelming power.

Then, enveloped in his black robe and accompanied by the sound of his bell, he strides toward the entrance of the Tiny Cosmic Niche.

Passing by many downcast prodigies drenched by the rain,

his eyes blaze with arrogance and disdain as he barely registers the failures.

Under the gaze of onlookers—many there simply to watch the spectacle—

Jin Taisui collides with the air barrier of the Tiny Cosmic Niche.

After a brief hesitation, he smoothly steps within, as fluid as XiXi when she first passed the barrier.

For a moment,

the scene grows hushed, leaving only the sound of rain and distant thunder.

Many prodigies, unable even to approach the entrance, feel their limbs go numb and their hope dwindling.

“Jin Taisui… from the Grand Witch lineage—the younger brother of the legendary Golden-Haired Kui who once dazzled both Da Li and the Grand Gathering?”

Gongshu Jingjun frowns as he speaks.

“That Golden-Haired Kui, at merely fifteen, has already reached levels unfathomable, said to have pierced through even Da Li’s thirty-year-old cultivators…”

“He even boasted of traversing the desert on foot to challenge Da Li’s under-thirty cultivators…”

“This Jin Taisui… is clearly not to be taken lightly.”

Li Che listens, a strange glimmer in his eyes as he ponders whether such formidable talent might affect XiXi.

Surely it will not impact her, right?

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Gongshu Wéntian enters the Tiny Cosmic Niche; the surging Qi in his body calms as his blood cools.

He exhales slowly, wiping away a stray droplet of blood from his handsome nose.

Once inside, the oppressive pressure of the entrance vanishes, and in moments he reaches the foot of the white jade steps.

Narrowing his eyes, Gongshu Wéntian sees XiXi standing on the tenth step.

That small five-year-old girl, hands on her hips and a little belly out!

Recalling how effortlessly XiXi passed the entrance, Gongshu Wéntian’s expression turns grave.

That little girl…

surely exudes an uncanny, almost otherworldly prodigy aura!

Perhaps she will become his greatest rival!

After all, the talent test merely compares innate potential.

Gongshu Wéntian may be stronger through raw power—being already ten years old—

while this little girl appears only five…

Gazing at XiXi motionless atop the stairs with her eyes closed,

he frowns, steps onto the white jade steps, and instantly, his own purple divine aura column is activated.

Boom——!!!

His purple divine aura column surges skyward, shattering through clouds as thick as a baby’s arm, clashing fiercely with the white force of the stairs.

“That is… the power of Dao Essence!”

Gongshu Wéntian’s eyes light up with excitement.

If he could inherit the ancestral founder’s Dao Essence, this journey would be exceedingly worthwhile!

In fact, Lü Taibai had hidden the talent test within the ancestral founder’s Tiny Cosmic Niche—a fact no one anticipated.

After all, the Tiny Cosmic Niche is of utmost importance to Qianyuan Divine Sect—it channels the power of Dao Essence.

Gongshu Wéntian shakes his head and stops pondering.

As a scion of the Gongshu family, he is not ignorant of the mysteries of Dao Essence.

He begins his ascent up the stairs.

Boom—

Thunder roars as his purple divine aura column stirs violently; the purple energy dissipates as it clashes with the white force of the stairs!

Oh dear, that was almost too easy…

Gongshu Wéntian exhales in relief—having once endured the disastrous consequences at the entrance, he never wishes to repeat that ordeal.

The collision left his Dao Heart with countless fine cracks that now urgently need mending!

Glancing at Li Nuǎnxi’s position, Gongshu Wéntian strides forward as white tidal waves surge along the white jade stairs, all neutralized by his purple divine aura column.

He leaps over ten steps in one bound.

Reaching the eleventh step, he glances back at XiXi and bursts into laughter.

After all, what’s the harm in arriving early?

In the end, true talent always prevails.

Gongshu Wéntian glances at the top of XiXi’s head; pity, he can’t see her purple divine aura column—it must be entirely dissipated by the time she reaches the tenth step, right?

The stairs number in the thousands…

With his arms crossed, he feels the cracks in his Dao Heart slowly mending.

Since he has left Li Nuǎnxi behind, he no longer hesitates.

He is determined to do everything in his power…

to awaken the ancestral founder!

After Gongshu Wéntian, other prodigy figures begin to appear.

Tian Dan Divine Sect’s Gu He, almost transformed into a manifestation of dense elixir with a potent medicinal aroma, steps onto the white jade stairs with his purple divine aura column ignited.

He glances at XiXi, standing on the tenth step, then at Gongshu Wéntian who has surged up to the five hundredth step.

His gaze immediately follows Gongshu Wéntian’s ascent.

XiXi stands on the tenth step, hands on her hips and her little belly out, unmoving like a statue.

Xuanfu Divine Sect’s Xuan Yue drifts over; her bright, watery eyes curiously examine XiXi.

“Is this the sect leader’s disciple? I heard her talent in Divine Talisman is extraordinary?”

“The sect leader’s disciple… what should I call her?” Xuan Yue tilts her head, momentarily at a loss for words.

Staring at the motionless XiXi, a trace of regret appears on her face.

“Perhaps her Divine Talisman talent is promising, but her other abilities seem lacking—she’s already brewing by the tenth step…”

“Keep it up, little disciple of the sect leader.”

Xuan Yue smiles warmly before cheerfully bouncing up the stairs.

Prodiigies such as Lü Qingxuan, Ning Caihe, and Yang Yi ascend the white jade stairs, as if bathed in the eastern purple aura, climbing toward the divine eagle of the ancestral founder of Qianyuan Divine Sect.

Lu Chi pauses, demonic lotus swirling around him, silently watching the unmoving XiXi.

“You’ve mastered 70% of the Third Prince Temple Spirit’s divine nature… What are you brewing?”

Lu Chi knows XiXi well.

He is certain her talent extends beyond what is presently visible.

While the prodigies cannot behold each other’s purple divine aura columns, they can only gauge one another by their progress on the stairs.

But Lu Chi is convinced that XiXi is so much more.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the top.”

Lu Chi declares before gracefully ascending.

Ao Qingqing too climbs, each step weighing on her, her legs trembling under the pressure.

For the Dragon God Clan, the extra pressure in the Tiny Cosmic Niche leaves her nearly breathless.

“Li Nuǎnxi… only ten steps?”

Ao Qingqing finds a measure of solace in this.

“Linghu Ge, you climb on; I’ll rest here…” she gasps.

Yue Linghu glances at Ao Qingqing, then at Li Nuǎnxi, nods, and climbs off by himself.

Ao Qingqing steps onto the eleventh stair and exhales deeply.

“Even being one step ahead of Li Nuǎnxi suffices to answer my aunt…”

“The suppression of non-native races is too severe. I…I can never become Taibai Da Shen’s personal disciple… I have my limits.”

A tinge of melancholy fills Ao Qingqing as she sits on a step, her gaze downcast.

Yet seeing Li Nuǎnxi below soothes her heart.

That is enough—simply having answered for her aunt is all that matters.

The little Dragon Girl’s happiness is that simple.

“Why is XiXi here? What mischief is she brewing?”

Zhou Peng, Yun’e, and other clan prodigies who halted on the tenth stair now exchange perplexed glances at XiXi’s stillness.

Yun’e bites her lip in sympathy and pours a pill from her jade bottle.

It is a pill meant to explosively enhance one’s talent for a short burst. Though it comes with side effects, inside the Tiny Cosmic Niche those side effects vanish.

Knowing that XiXi lacks sufficient reserves of such pills, Yun’e saves one for her.

“Give it your all, XiXi.”

Yun’e softly encourages before her heart pounds so fiercely it seems to resonate; she clasps her chest.

After a deep breath, Yun’e and Zhou Peng ascend together.

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling…

The crisp ringing echoes powerfully.

Barefoot, Jin Taisui of Da Li Royal Court, with the purple-gold bell about his neck, strides onto the white jade stairs.

His massive purple divine aura column towers above, countering the force of the stairs.

He reaches XiXi’s side and, with eyes gleaming with mockery toward the little bean-like girl with a protruding belly, remarks,

“Such wretched little things… you really dare to apply for Sect Leader Da Shen’s personal evaluation?”

“Just as my brother said… the Grand Gathering has fallen—filled with trash.”

Across from XiXi, Jin Taisui’s purple hair flutters as his eyes glint with scorn.

He raises his hand and flicks his finger against the purple-gold bell.

Ting-a-ling——

In an instant, a burst of purple flames leaps from the bell.

They swiftly coalesce into an enormous purple flame hand that hovers above XiXi’s head, primed to strike.

Ao Qingqing watches impassively from the eleventh stair, making no move to stop it.

Jin Taisui casts a disdainful glance at her and snickers.

Then he passes by XiXi, murmuring softly, “Trash.”

Jin Taisui continues on foot, his speed along the white jade stairs increasing as he ascends rapidly.

In a flash, he surpasses a hundred steps.

Upon reaching the hundredth stair, without even turning around, he snaps his fingers.

“They belong with the trash.”

Then Jin Taisui laughs lowly, stomps his foot, and leaps as if he despises the slow pace.

In that leap, the purple divine aura column above him violently reacts with the power of the white jade stairs.

Boom—

The white jade stairs tremble subtly.

Around Jin Taisui, purple flames ignite, and with a maniacal laugh he charges ahead, overtaking one prodigy after another.

“Slow—too slow… all of you are too slow!”

Jin Taisui bursts into raucous laughter.

He overtakes Zhou Peng and Yun’e, then Yue Linghu, quickly catching up with Lu Chi and Tie Shancai…

His boisterous laughter and rapid charge cause many onlookers to recoil in shock.

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On the tenth stair,

a purple flame hand hovers above XiXi’s head as if echoing, “Trash—those who belong with trash.”

Suddenly, the flame hand crashes downward!

It aims to sweep XiXi off the tenth stair!

But—

Boom——!!!

At the moment the purple flame hand slams into XiXi, her left hand releases its own burst of purple flames that twist and entwine, transforming into a gigantic purple serpent that devours the descending flame hand in one gulp!

The purple flaming serpent coils around little XiXi and roars with furious anger!

Ao Qingqing watches the scene in stunned silence, her heart trembling.

Then…

she sees the little girl—hands on her hips, little belly out—slowly open her large, sparkling eyes.

In that instant…

Ao Qingqing feels as though she sees an immense purple divine aura column—thick as a ten-meter waterfall, cascading down.

Is that…

the symbol of raw talent—a purple divine aura column?!

Don’t prodigies usually not observe each other’s divine aura columns within the Tiny Cosmic Niche?

Why must she witness something so fearsome?!

Boom——!!!

XiXi’s hair inverts as her eyes flare with anger.

Awakened by Jin Taisui’s surprise attack, she is irate!

Her surging talent and mounting fury are unleashed!

XiXi vows to remember that bell-wearing intruder!

She glances at a trembling Ao Qingqing on the eleventh stair—a pitiful wretch, almost laughable!

Her hand itches with the urge for retribution…

but she restrains herself.

Important matters come first!

With her magnificent purple divine aura column surging like a waterfall,

XiXi clenches her fists, bends her arms, and steps forward!

“Heh-ha!”

Boom—

Like a giant beast trampling the earth, the entire white jade staircase begins to quake violently!

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