Calamity of Tomorrow

According to the rules of earning 2 points for a win and 1 point for a loss, the scores of the remaining five players were as follows:

First place, Zhou Bai with 12 points.

Second place, Zhao Yue with 9 points.

Third place, Jue Ji with 8 points.

Tied for fourth and fifth places were Xiang Haocu and Tu Tianmo, each with 5 points.

Due to the absence of the other five players, there was a significant gap in the scores.

But it was clear to everyone that the number one spot in Daluo Heaven would be determined by tomorrow's battle between Zhou Bai and Jue Ji. If Zhou Bai defeated Jue Ji, he would take the top spot, while Jue Ji would need to kill Zhou Bai to claim it.

The audience looked at the five eliminated names on the leaderboard and felt a brutal reality hitting them. Many even began to express dissatisfaction with Daluo Heaven's discourse.

"It's too cruel. Five talents, just lost like that in the arena of Daluo Heaven."

"There's no choice, for the Emperor Sword, for the title of number one in Daluo Heaven, nobody can easily give up."

"But isn't this too cruel? The human race's talents are being wasted in the arena, each of them could have made a significant impact on the Heavenly Demon Battlefield."

Regardless of the audience's dissatisfaction, the discourse of Daluo Heaven would continue under the will of the Immortals.

And no matter how many people felt it was a pity for the talented fighters who died in the arena, those who survived inevitably drew even more attention.

In particular, Zhou Bai, who had been dominantly victorious, was gaining more and more attention; in the eyes of hundreds of millions, he became the favorite to be the first in discourse.

Through the journey, accompanied by the deaths of one contestant after another, and increasingly intense battles, the significance of becoming number one in Daluo Heaven's discourse grew weightier and more substantial in the hearts of countless people, undeniable and impeccable.

It could be said that after this discourse in Daluo Heaven crowned its number one, being considered the best among his peers, hardly anyone would dispute or deny it, as it was built upon incredibly fierce battles and the lives of top-tier human talents.

Zheng Wentian also looked at the list in the projection with some excitement, "Finally... Zhou Bai has reached this stage. As long as he defeats Jue Ji tomorrow, he will be the first in discourse, can take up the Emperor Sword, and will gain the recognition of all humankind. According to the Heavenly Court, he will bear the fate of the human race and become the Son of Destiny."

Suddenly, Zheng Wentian felt Ying Hui breathing rapidly beside him. Turning his head, he saw Ying Hui's face flush with excitement and nervousness.

Ying Hui: 'Finally, we've reached this point. Who in Central City believed before that Zhou Bai could come this far?'

He looked around at the countless people from Central City, seeing their expressions of worship, admiration, or awe, and felt a moment of exhilarating vindication; the years of oppression from the Heavenly Court seemed to be momentarily relieved.

Ying Hui: 'Just one more step, just the very last step, Zhou Bai, you must keep going!'

Meng Ruocun, looking at Zhou Bai now at the top of the leaderboard, sighed softly. After so many intense battles, Zhou Bai had repeatedly shattered her perceptions, consistently smashing her beliefs.

Now, Meng Ruocun finally had to admit, "Zhou Bai... I really... am not your equal..." She clenched her fist with a mix of reluctance and relief, "The Great Elder and the Principal... They really didn't choose the wrong person."

A Dao School classmate nearby said, "Meng Ruocun, you came from the East Dao School too, right? Your Dao School is amazing to have nurtured someone like Zhou Bai."

Meng Ruocun was briefly stunned, then smiled, "Yes, it's amazing. Everyone is very..." She paused, then definitively added, "Strong."

Even among the countless Immortals and gods on the stands, looking at Zhou Bai made them gradually concede in their hearts, even if they did not voice it.

With this broad recognition from all of humanity, mixed with feelings of worship and admiration, the aura of destiny above the arena seemed to grow increasingly intense.

The clouds in the sky constantly rolled and surged, as if an invisible giant dragon were manipulating the weather within them.

Ming Yue looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky and thought to herself, "The aura of destiny is getting denser... After a series of deadly battles and peak confrontations, is Daluo Heaven's discourse finally gathering enough destiny?"

"The next champion will gain the recognition of all of humanity, inherit countless hopes, bear this stream of destiny, and become the Child of Destiny."

Ming Yue understood that destiny was a very mysterious thing; it was like fame and prestige, invisible and intangible, not something that could be used in battle or for refining treasures.

Yet sometimes, this thing akin to fame and prestige held incredible power, able to decide life and death with a single word, to strike at the heart and spare the need for battle, and to change the course of the world with one's actions.

In the mortal stage, humans could hardly utilize this invisible and intangible force and could only go with the flow, thriving when destiny was prosperous and everything went smoothly.

In times of declining destiny, faced with scorn from countless people, everything they did lacked support and was unsuccessful, always prone to failure.

Only upon Ascension could one align with the Heavenly Dao and begin to grasp the marvelous uses of destiny, feel some of the impact of destiny on oneself and the world, and even start to harness this force.

"Originally, this collection of destiny was in preparation for dealing with the world's demons next and crafting anomalous weapons without suffering backlash from destiny. But now that Zhou Bai has appeared…"

With Zhou Bai's unexpected rise, the plans of many Immortals on Wanxian Island had completely changed. They had planned to sacrifice a portion of the Mixed Blood Human Race and prompt mutations in tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of humans to create a vast number of anomalous weapons. Then they would strike directly at the heart and wipe out the Heavenly Demon, a plan previously agreed upon by the four righteous gods.

Now the plan changed, using the world's demons as nourishment, spending ten to twenty years nurturing a new generation of the human race.

And having Zhou Bai receive the approval of the Mixed Blood Human Race, receiving their destiny infusion, was one of the Immortals' plans.

Ming Yue looked at Zhou Bai in the competitor's area; the more she watched, the more comfortable she felt, experiencing a sense of bitterness turning to sweetness.

"Over a hundred years of waiting has not been in vain."

She then turned to look at Xiang Tiandi beside her, "Unfortunately... these righteous gods of Heaven do not think so."

...

Zhou Bai watched as the projection in the sky changed again, showing the schedule for tomorrow's competition.

"The other four battles are absent and can't proceed, leaving only my match with Jue Ji."

Zhou Bai covered his eyes, instinctively turning his head towards Jue Ji, only to find the latter also turning to look at him, their gazes seeming to collide in the void.

Yet Zhou Bai felt that the other's gaze was strangely different, no longer as aloof and rejecting as before.

Exiting the arena next, having a meal, Zhou Bai thought about reviewing the information Wei Cangsheng left in his eyes.

But on his way back, he was stopped by someone.

Jue Ji looked at Zhou Bai in front of him and said, "Let's talk." He looked at Zhou Bai's right hand covering his eyes; ever since his battle with Wei Cangsheng, he had been covering his eyes like this.

"Why cover your eyes? Put it down to see the world clearly. Or are you afraid of the truth?"