[In the tenth year of the simulation, you left for the Trial of Hundred Nations, riding on a flying treasure beside an elder of the Sword Sect.]
[This Trial was hosted by the Tianyu Dynasty, an Immortal Dynasty and one of the most powerful forces in the Eastern Wilderness.]
[After a month of travel, you arrived at Tianling City, the dynasty's capital. Majestic palaces stretched endlessly, ancient arrays guarded every corner, and the city overflowed with cultivators from all across the Hundred Nations.]
[In the following weeks, more and more geniuses gathered. The elder who accompanied you reunited with old friends, reminiscing about the past. You, meanwhile, wandered through Tianling City, observing the grandeur, the people, and the undercurrents of competition.]
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[Two months passed in the blink of an eye. The Trial of Hundred Nations officially began.]
[On the first day, your opponent was a body cultivator from the Thunder Fist Sect. He possessed a rare thunder physique, and among the geniuses of this generation, he had the potential to reach the top ten.]
[Yet fortune abandoned him. He encountered you in the very first round. Within just a few exchanges, you overwhelmed him completely.]
[The crowd was shocked. The heir of the Sword Sect had revealed monstrous strength. The Thunder Fist Sect could only curse their luck—meeting you so early was the same as forfeiting their chances.]
[Meanwhile, whispers spread. Another peerless genius had appeared in the Qingyun Sect. His name: Mo Tianxuan. Like you, he swept aside all opponents with invincible momentum. The crowd buzzed with excitement, anticipating your inevitable clash.]
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[The days flew by. You crushed every challenger, advancing steadily toward the finals. Mo Tianxuan did the same. Neither of you faltered even once.]
[And so, the day of the final arrived. The decisive battle that would determine not only the champion of the Trial, but also which sect would claim leadership of the Hundred Nations Alliance.]
[You and Mo Tianxuan both stepped onto the platform. The cheers of countless spectators faded into silence. Though your steps were calm, storms raged within your hearts. For the first time in this simulation, you faced an opponent whose strength was entirely unknown.]
[From your sleeve, you drew the Qingfeng Sword gifted by your master. Opposite you, Mo Tianxuan revealed his spiritual weapon: a long spear. Sword intent and spear intent clashed instantly, their auras colliding in the air, fighting for dominance before the first strike was even made.]
[Then, both of you moved.]
[A deafening boom shook the platform. Dust and debris surged upward, obscuring the fight from ordinary spectators. Only the most powerful elders could glimpse what was happening within the storm.]
[Inside, sword and spear collided again and again. Your fifth-turn sword intent met Mo Tianxuan's spear intent of the same level. The battlefield became a whirlpool of destructive force, every strike enough to shatter mountains.]
[For half an hour, neither side gave an inch. Hundreds of exchanges later, you finally unleashed the true depth of your strength—activating your Heaven Foundation power, infused with fifth-level sword intent. With one decisive strike, you broke through his defenses.]
[When the dust cleared, the crowd saw a youth standing tall, sword in hand, his aura sharp enough to cut through heaven and earth itself.]
[At his feet lay Mo Tianxuan—unconscious, his robes torn, defeated yet still carrying the dignity of a peerless genius.]
[You exhaled lightly. "If I had used my Supreme Foundation or Divine Body… would there have even been a battle?" you wondered. The only person you knew who might stand against such power was the one who had killed you in a past simulation.]
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[One month later, you returned to the Sword Sect. News of your victory had already spread across the Eastern Wilderness. Your name echoed everywhere, and you were officially listed among the Top 100 Prodigies of the Eastern Wilderness.]
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[One year later, during secluded cultivation, a disciple knocked on your cave door. His voice trembled: "Young Sect Master… the heir of Qingyun Sect has come to see you."]
[Your expression darkened. Since his defeat, Mo Tianxuan had developed an obsession. Every month, he would arrive at the Sword Sect to challenge you. If you refused, he would harass your sect's disciples. As the heir, you had no choice but to accept.]
[You fought him again. Hundreds of rounds later, he was once more defeated, leaving dejected—but always returning the next month.]
[Over the years, countless duels forged a strange bond between you. Respect grew, and in time, so did friendship. You could call him a rival… and a brother.]
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[By the twelfth year, you condensed your second Elixir Pattern and became a third-grade Talisman Master. Progress was slow, not because of lack of talent, but because you insisted on mastering every grade of talisman thoroughly before advancing.]
[Years passed.]
15th year — You condensed the third Elixir Pattern.
18th year — The fourth Elixir Pattern.
22nd year — The fifth Elixir Pattern.
26th year — The sixth Elixir Pattern.
28th year — You comprehended Seventh-turn Sword Intent.
32nd year — The seventh Elixir Pattern.
38th year — The eighth Elixir Pattern.
39th year — You became a Fourth-grade Talisman Master.
46th year — The ninth Elixir Pattern.
52nd year — You comprehended Eighth-turn Sword Intent.
55th year — The tenth Elixir Pattern.
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[At last, in the fifty-sixth year, you broke through to the Golden Elixir realm. To avoid attention, you traveled far from your sect, concealing the truth of your Supreme Foundation even from your master.]
[Mo Tianxuan, by comparison, had only managed to condense seven Elixir Patterns before his breakthrough. Yet he too became a Golden Elixir cultivator, never stopping his pursuit of you.]
[In the fifty-seventh year, Mo Tianxuan invited you to join him in exploring the Blood Demon Secret Realm. Without hesitation, you accepted.]