Aoki's sword appeared before his eyes, and the middle-aged monk couldn't help but move the small flag to the side, barely blocking the tip of the sword. However, the quicksand and water under his feet rushed up even faster.

  The Heavenly Song didn't stop at all, and another talisman was thrown out.

  With one loud crash, the monk fell down from the stage.

  At this time, the referee's judge walked up and examined the monk, nodded: "Ye Xiaotian wins."

  The Song of the Wild Sky's complexion relaxed, seeing the comforting smile on Second Uncle's face below the stage, he hastily sat down to recover his spiritual energy. In order to deplete her opponent's spiritual energy, she herself also ate a Spiritual Recovery Pill, barely managing to hold on, truly exhausted.

  Because of the loss of her spiritual energy support, the formation has lost its effect, and the thorns withered. The middle-aged cultivator finally saw outside the formation, got up with a pale face, and jumped off the stage. His flag defense was indeed very strong, and even though Mo Tian Ge had used all his strength, he hadn't managed to inflict much damage on him. He had only lost to a cultivator who had reached the seventh layer of Qi refining, which would likely deal a huge blow to his confidence. Moreover, this defeat meant that he could only go fight in another arena, and the injuries and medicine he had taken this time would affect the next round, making it much more difficult for him to win.

  The song of the wild sky was not pleasant to hear. This was the eighth round, and she still had to defeat two more people to advance to the next qualifying round. But now, she was really too tired. If another opponent like the middle-aged cultivator from earlier appeared, it would be difficult for her to hold on. However, with her current cultivation level, it would be hard to win against a group of nine- or ten-layer cultivators who were also eager to win. Moreover, she had already exhausted most of her energy and used up all her talismans, elixirs, and spirit stones. It was almost impossible for her to fight in the next arena. So, she could only go all out. After all, with Second Uncle around, as long as she didn't seek death, there wouldn't be any danger to her life.

  What a pity! If she were from a Xian family, they would have sent a junior member to make up the number, and we could have had ten people. Now we can only force our way through.

  However, she recovered her spirit and found that no one had gone up to the stage yet.

  The judge shouted again: "Those who want to come up and fight, please hurry up. If no one comes up within a minute, the champion will win directly."

  After a while, someone finally came up. It was a cultivator who had refined his Qi for seven layers.

  The opponent in the trial is generally getting stronger and stronger. After watching the previous battles, those who are not confident in their skills do not dare to go on stage. Only when one has a way to deal with the opponent will they go on stage. Is there something special about this cultivator who also practices Qi at the seventh level?

  Pick up your spirits and start a duel. This cultivator was quite ordinary. The Qingmu Seal was used, but in just an instant, the cultivator admitted defeat.

  Mochen Song was puzzled, why did this Taoist priest seem to be helping her out?

  She had no idea that her previous battle with the 10th layer cultivator had already made everyone else hesitant to step up. A 7th layer cultivator who could defeat a 10th layer cultivator was absolutely more intimidating than a 10th layer cultivator, because it was not unusual for a 10th layer cultivator to defeat someone of the same level, but a 7th layer cultivator was rarely seen, and was definitely a formidable opponent. Moreover, everyone had witnessed her expertise in array techniques, and most people were helpless against it. Those who didn't have confidence in defeating her didn't even need to be mentioned; even those who did have some confidence feared being drained of their spiritual energy like the previous cultivator, affecting the subsequent battles. Anyway, this was just the beginning, so starting a bit later wasn't a big deal. Therefore, almost everyone tacitly agreed to let her win this round and quickly move on to the next one. The cultivators who went up were merely there to observe and realize they had little hope of winning, so they came up to experience her strength firsthand and make it their goal for the next time.

  This time it took a bit longer for someone to come up, and the cultivator was even weaker, only at the sixth level. He quickly lost to her and went down.

  The judge's assistant called her to the side, handed back the token with the mark already made on it and told her to come over after she finished. Then announced the start of the next round.

  Moyan Song was overjoyed and walked down from the stage with floating footsteps, almost falling down, but fortunately Ye Jiang came forward to support her.

  "Second Uncle, I...I succeeded!"

  Ye Jiang smiled and helped her out of the crowd, saying: "Take a rest first, it's already good that you've won."

  Moy Tian Ge nodded, sat cross-legged to regulate her breath, until her spiritual energy recovered. When she stopped regulating her breath and opened her eyes, she looked at Er Shu with joy: "Er Shu, I really succeeded, didn't I?"

  Ye Jiang nodded with a hint of a smile: "You really succeeded. If you focus on the enemy, it's only natural that you'll succeed." This wasn't consolation; she just didn't have much experience in life-or-death battles, but this kind of test was no less formidable.

  The stranger's song followed by a worried tone: "This is just the first round of trials, it's already so difficult, what about the next round..."

  Ye Jiang thought to this point, also sighed a sound: "If it can't be done, then forget it, we won't force it." Indeed, she was already lucky to have won, and in the next round of competition, neither opponent would be easy to deal with. Even if she could beat one, it would be hard to beat two.

  The uncle and nephew comforted each other, then lifted their spirits to watch the competition.

  During the break, winners emerged one after another on each arena. Most of them were 9th or 10th level cultivators, with only one 8th level and another 7th level cultivator. From what others said, that other 7th level cultivator was a young man in his early twenties, seemingly from a family of cultivators, who possessed a powerful artifact that no one could match, and won ten matches in a row.

  It's already after noon, the fighting on the stage is getting more and more intense. More than half of the people have been on the stage, now some people are almost fighting for their lives, injuries are frequent and getting worse.

  The more she watched, the more unbearable it became. This was her first time participating in the Immortal Gathering, and although she had mentally prepared herself, she still hadn't expected it to be this brutal. Her heart couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. The path to immortality was vast and obscure, and for a lone cultivator like herself, it was even more arduous. For just a glimmer of hope, they were willing to risk their lives, and this road, truly, was heartbreaking.

  At last it was sunset, and all had made their trials; the judges declared an end.

  This time in Sendai, two people were seriously injured and died, and countless others were injured.

  Mo Tian Ge let out a breath of relief and went forward with the other winners.

  Ten arenas each have a gathering of cultivators, all of whom are winners, scanning them one by one with furrowed brows, discussing something.

  This made these people uneasy and unsure of what they had done wrong.

  Mo Tian Ge took a sweeping glance, didn't find any issues. There were only over twenty winners, with half of them having injuries on their bodies, excluding himself there were only four women, young people accounted for half, probably because at the age of twenty they could reach this level of cultivation, generally they were from immortal families, so the probability of winning was naturally higher.

  Nor did they know what the foundation repair monks discussed, but soon after, a leader sent a transmission talisman flying into the main hall. After waiting for a moment, the transmission talisman flew back, and the leader took it over. Several people gathered together to listen, discussed for a while, and stood up to face them.

  It's clear that the next round is about to be announced, and Mo Tian Ge can't help but feel a little nervous, worried that something unexpected will happen.

  Leading the way was a half-white-haired foundation repair monk, who scanned them with a serious gaze and opened his mouth: "Everyone, this time the first round of the Immortal Platform Conference will only produce twenty-four winners, so the sect leader has ordered that there is no need to continue the trial. The twenty-four people will all enter the mountain gate. You can go back and deal with worldly affairs first, and come to the mountain gate at 4 pm tomorrow to report."

  Everyone was shocked and delighted.

  Mò Tiān Gē was even more so, she had originally been worried that the second round would not pass, and did not expect this unexpected turn of events. She was overjoyed, and could directly enter the Cloud Mist Sect!