Song Ling remained silent for a long time, set down the teacup in his hand, and did not ask further.
On the high platform, Elder Meng withdrew his gaze from the light screen, let it fall upon Song Tiancheng, and then onto Han Xuanji, a meaningful glimmer flashing in his eyes.
With his cultivation, he could naturally perceive the little interaction between Song Ling and Song Tiancheng.
Although he did not eavesdrop on the content of their voice transmission, judging by Song Tiancheng's reaction, he had guessed a thing or two.
"Not bad, not bad."
Elder Meng picked up his teacup, took a light sip, and already had the answer in his heart.
Coming to Qianhun City this time, he had truly struck gold.
When the time came, he would definitely have Han Xuanji join the Great Dao Association; he would serve as the guide for a future mighty figure.
While Elder Meng was thinking happily, he completely failed to notice a figure in a corner of the viewing stand nodding slightly and smiling.
...
Mirror World.
Han Xuanji returned to the independent space, his expression indifferent. He carefully sorted through the gains from that battle in his mind. Although Song Tiancheng's Tianluo Dao Domain was only at the fourth level, the concepts within it benefited him greatly.
However, he was not in a rush to experiment; such things could not be hurried and required slow deduction and repeated refinement.
He also knew that his performance just now would inevitably arouse curiosity and speculation from many people.
But as long as Song Tiancheng did not speak, ordinary people should not be able to tell.
This was also intentional on his part; if possible, Han Xuanji still wanted to keep a low profile.
This performance was already attractive enough; he should not need to continue showing off like a peacock.
He temporarily suppressed this thought and cast his gaze toward the translucent light screen above the independent space.
There, Xiao Yan and Shi Ziyun were shining brightly.
Although he could not see the specific details, he could guess that the two were still locked in a fierce battle.
Shi Ziyun was one of the few female Cultivators among the Heaven-grade Seeds, and she did not rely on luck to reach the final four.
Han Xuanji had investigated her background before; this person's Law tended toward a Fusion of Ice-type and Space-Time Law, with agile movements and both offensive and defensive capabilities.
According to his estimation, Shi Ziyun's comprehensive combat power was probably not below that of Ling Cang. Any Cultivator capable of breaking through the siege in this Law Conference would certainly not be weak.
Meanwhile, in the eyes of the outside spectators.
In the light screen, two figures were clashing and colliding above a marsh.
Xiao Yan's sword light was fierce, each strike carrying the sound of tearing through the air.
Shi Ziyun's movement technique was ethereal, leaving behind trails of afterimages on the water surface, dodging most of the attacks.
The water surface kept exploding under the impact of their power, water splashes flying like rain, only to be evaporated into white mist by spiritual power, shrouding the entire battlefield.
The two had been fighting for a long time; Xiao Yan's robes had several tears, and Shi Ziyun's hair bun was somewhat disheveled, clearly indicating that both had consumed a significant amount of energy.
Wang Chong watched quietly, without much emotional fluctuation. He could tell that although Xiao Yan did not currently hold an absolute advantage, his Sword Intent remained sharp, without the slightest sign of decline.
Although Shi Ziyun was agile, her Law consumption was greater than Xiao Yan's, and the longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was for her.
The key to victory lay in whether Shi Ziyun could win with a single strike.
In the light screen, Shi Ziyun suddenly sheathed her sword, her figure retreating dozens of feet to open up some distance.
A glimmer flashed in her eyes; that was the sign of spiritual power and Law being driven to the extreme simultaneously.
Xiao Yan sensed her change, paused, steadied himself on the water, and looked at his opponent vigilantly.
Shi Ziyun did not speak, only slowly raising the long sword in her hand, the tip pointing toward the sky.
An invisible, powerful will spread from her body, piercing through the white mist covering the water surface and shooting straight into the clouds.
Within that will, there was immense power.
"This is a Saint-grade secret technique."
Xiao Yan's pupils constricted slightly; he could feel that the power contained in that sword strike far exceeded what an Eternal Dao Lord should possess.
As expected, was it not that easy?
Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, drove all his spiritual power, and a crimson-gold light exploded in his hands. That light was initially only the size of a fist, but in an instant, it expanded to dozens of feet, directly enveloping him.
And behind him, a towering figure appeared.
Saint King phantom!
Xiao Yan finally used the trump card he had never used before; his Bloodline will awakened, and this pressure directly scattered Shi Ziyun's secret technique.
Subsequently, Xiao Yan took a step forward, his right hand gripping the Void Realm, concentrating the power around his body onto a single point.
His figure flashed.
The next second.
Shi Ziyun was hit by this move, turning into white light and disappearing from the Mirror World.
Thus.
The finalists were decided.
Watching Shi Ziyun's name dim on the light screen while Xiao Yan's name remained lit, Han Xuanji's mouth curled into a slight arc.
It seemed Xiao Yan's strength could not be underestimated; just like in the simulation, even though there were many strong enemies in this conference, it was still them who made it to the end.
Fate had not been changed.
Outside.
Seeing this scene, many people felt incredibly complicated emotions.
"Could it be that this year's final is between two Earth-grade Seeds?"
"This is probably the first time such a situation has occurred in the history of the Law Conference, right?"
However, despite the talk, no one felt that Han Xuanji and Xiao Yan did not deserve to play in this final. There was no luck involved; both of them had fought their way to the final relying on their own hard strength.
"I'm looking forward to their duel. Did anyone understand the move Yan Xiao used at the end?"
"I don't, but it felt very powerful."
"I don't know what move Yan Xiao used, but Shi Ziyun used a Saint-grade secret technique..."
Someone brought this up, immediately sparking a frantic discussion.
This implied that the means Yan Xiao used were even more powerful than a Saint-grade secret technique.
On the viewing stand.
Wang Chong nodded secretly; he naturally knew all of Xiao Yan's methods.
"To be able to use this move, it shows you've grown up..."
In the past, Xiao Yan had for some reason been somewhat resistant to using this power he was born with, always rejecting it, feeling it was an external force, but now it seemed he had reconciled with himself.
"The Saint King Bloodline is also a part of your power..."
Wang Chong was very gratified; Xiao Yan was originally a peerless genius, and if he could get past this mental block, he would inevitably be able to reach a higher level.
However, in that case.
It seemed Han Xuanji was no longer guaranteed a win?
He knew just how unreasonable this power of Xiao Yan's was.
...
On the other side, Xiao Yan's figure appeared in the independent space, letting out a long breath.
In that battle just now, he had also used the trump card he originally didn't want to use to defeat Shi Ziyun.
If the opponent had successfully executed the Saint-grade secret technique and hit him with that sword, the outcome would have been uncertain.
But he had no time to savor the taste of victory; his gaze was cast toward the light screen for the first time.
Shi Ziyun eliminated, Song Tiancheng eliminated...
And the two names still lit were one was him, and the other was Han Xuanji.
Looking at that familiar name, a surge of indescribable emotion suddenly welled up in Xiao Yan's heart.
"Brother Han, we both did it."
Xiao Yan muttered to himself, his voice very soft, audible only to himself.
There was not a single weak opponent in this Law Conference; every one of them required going all out to defeat. To be able to reach the final, he had also fought with all his might, winning with difficulty.
For Han Xuanji to reach this step, he must have gone through just as many hardships as him!
Being underestimated by everyone along the way, to reaching the final!
Thinking of this, the heroic spirit in Xiao Yan's heart surged like a tide.
No matter what, he wanted to win it all!