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Chapter 459: Chapter 214: The Final Battle, the King of Myriad Curses

No matter how you looked at it, Kunlun’s advantage was set in stone.

"Oh, right..."

Xiao Yuanshan seemed to have suddenly remembered something. His gaze swept over the constantly scrolling leaderboard on the screen as he slowly asked, "Why don’t I see that S-rank newcomer you’re so optimistic about, Mr. Lv?"

"I remember his name is... Lin Ye, right?"

"Looking at his points, it seems like they haven’t moved much in a week. He’s about to fall to the bottom of the individual leaderboard."

"He... couldn’t have gone missing, could he?"

Hearing this, the few Kunlun Hall Masters behind him all showed faint smiles at the corners of their mouths.

Those words were truly vicious.

The S-rank genius that Xinhuo had spared no expense to sign just up and vanished during the most critical competition?

If word of this got out, the Firewood Martial Hall would lose a great deal of face.

However, Lv Yongze’s face showed no sign of panic, as if he had long expected this question.

"Mr. Xiao, you worry too much."

"His whereabouts have indeed been a bit mysterious this past week. Even we aren’t entirely sure what he’s been doing, but I’m certain he has his own plan."

Lv Yongze set down his teacup and looked at Xiao Yuanshan with a half-smile.

"In fact, your Kunlun people should have several sighting records of him these past few days, shouldn’t they?"

"After running into him, they all fled as if their lives depended on it. Mr. Xiao, why pretend to be ignorant when you know full well what’s going on?"

The smile on Xiao Yuanshan’s face stiffened slightly, but he quickly composed himself and didn’t pursue the topic further.

Of course, he knew Lin Ye wasn’t dead.

Not only was he alive, but according to the descriptions from the few members who were lucky enough to escape, that guy had created a horrifying scene. He was surrounded by a horde of monsters shrouded in black mist, looking more like a villain than the Celestial Abyss Race themselves.

But so what? Xiao Yuanshan glanced at the individual total points on the screen.

[First Place: Zhang Daoming (Kunlun Martial Hall), Points: 347,000, Status: In the depths of the second level.]

[Second Place: Hu Dahai (Firewood Martial Hall), Points: 226,000, Status: Has entered the depths of the second level.]

On the individual leaderboard, Zhang Daoming was still leagues ahead of everyone else, without a single worthy opponent.

As for the team leaderboard, the difference was even more exaggerated.

[Firewood Martial Hall, Total Points: 857,000]

[Kunlun Martial Hall, Total Points: 1,551,000]

Even if that Lin Ye started to make a serious effort now, it would be absolutely impossible to close such a massive gap in the final twenty-four hours.

Victory in this preliminary match was already in the bag.

...

Painful Labyrinth, second level.

Inside a hidden cave shrouded in thick fog, Lin Ye sat cross-legged, a faint purple aura swirling around him.

[Ding! You have continuously cultivated the for 8 hours, gaining a total of 156,236 experience points!]

[Ding! Your level has increased to LV.47!]

[Ding! Your Observation Skill, , has entered the third realm: Dusk and Dawn! Spirit attribute acquisition efficiency increased by 100%. The number of extra Spirit attribute points gained per observation has increased to 2!]

Following the series of system notifications, Lin Ye slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the magnificent had undergone a world-shaking transformation.

The Candle Dragon coiled atop the giant peak now had eyes that were half-closed, yet they could open and shut in accordance with his thoughts.

When the dragon’s eyes opened, the Nine Netherworld became as bright as day, and every detail of creation was laid bare.

When the dragon’s eyes closed, endless darkness devoured everything, leaving only eternal silence.

Day and night, dusk and dawn, all shifted with a single thought from him.

The countless details within this scroll—the once-blurry textures of mountains and rivers, the hundreds of millions of beings struggling in the netherworld—were now all presented clearly to his perception.