Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 484 - 336: The Dharma Assembly Begins, Each Displaying Their Magic Powers.

Three days had passed.

Thanks to Yi Chen’s lead-up activities, the enthusiasm of the cultivators for the betting game had fully ignited. Events had reached a stage today where, like boulders tumbling down a high mountain, they were only speeding up and no longer required his assistance.

However, Yi Chen was surprised to find that the situation was developing far more smoothly than he had expected.

So smoothly that it seemed as if someone on the other side was coordinating with his actions.

"Could it be that someone is betting against me? So audacious. I wonder which fierce dragon has crossed the river and is as self-assured as I am."

Yi Chen stroked his chin, his robust features reflected in the lake. In this moment, however, his mind was doubly occupied, pondering the situation.

If there were no one constructing a rival betting board or playing the adversary, he really could not understand how such a divinely assisted scenario could have arisen.

If his conjecture was correct, then surely there was an unsurpassed master hidden in Martial King’s quarters, scornful of the world, who viewed all the heroes of the world as nothing, just like him.

"Is it Ku Chen, the Immortal Monk from the Xumi Tuo Zen Monastery; Xiao Tianji, the War Demon from the Wuding Divine Sect; Que Yunzi from the Fangxian Dao Sect; or Zuo Wangji, the Daoist from the Supreme Daoist Sect?"

"No, that’s not right. These are all prominent figures, favourites to win. The person by Martial King’s side is certainly not among the hot favourites."

Yi Chen thought of the list King Jing had provided, but still came up with nothing.

Heroes from all over the world were as numerous as carps crossing a river. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so surprising if some secluded prodigy matching the criteria of the Great Qin Legal Assembly suddenly leaped out from a mountain, a cave, or a tomb.

But what of that?

Seeking the immortals and divining the future are inferior to taking matters into one’s own hands; reciting scriptures and pursuing the Dao are inferior to possessing true skill.

No matter who the opponent was, Yi Chen would make it known that there could and would be only one ruler in this Legal Assembly, and that would be him, Yi Chen of Pure Yang, the Hidden Dragon Taoist.

Besides, he still had thirteen unused Origin Points. Push him to the brink and he would go all in.

That’s right, with the jar of Golden Lightning Bamboo Wine provided by King Jing, his accumulated Origin Points had increased again, reaching a substantial thirteen.

The pond water was serene, with lotus leaves rustling in the wind. Just as the cool breeze was becoming inviting, Yi Chen’s bobber floating on the surface of the water suddenly sank.

He immediately stood up and burst into laughter.

Getting a bite was always good news. What type of fish was beneath the water didn’t matter; with green onions, ginger, and garlic added, they all tasted delicious.

*

The anticipation grew as a wind began to blow. The steps of the Great Qin Legal Assembly drew nearer.

Like football pools of bygone days, combining competitive sports and betting had raised the attention to this year’s Great Qin Legal Assembly to a whole new level.

Yi Chen stood up and followed the crowd to the outskirts of Taiwu City.

Taiwu City, where they had taken up residence earlier, was just a place of rest provided by Great Qin for the cultivators who had arrived earlier. The true battlefield for the spells clashes was still in the wilderness.

A few days without leaving the city, Yi Chen now found the outside of Taiwu City desolate, with only the lonely sixteen mountain peaks still standing tall, each peak surpassing the next in height.

The other mountains had all been cleaved level from their roots, their cross-sections flat as mirrors, solidified with formation inscriptions by Great Qin’s formation experts, to serve as the ground for the preliminary rounds.

The ten-thousand-meter space above the remaining sixteen mountain peaks would be the battleground for the final sixteen participants of the Legal Assembly.

Looking at the last few Great Qin cultivators, dressed in black robes and operating mechanical puppets, still vigorously filling and burying the waste soil for the final finishing work, Yi Chen couldn’t help but think of the concrete workers of his past life.

It’s like threading a needle while drunk, dreaming of an alliance on the construction site. Eight meters of foundation subside. Fifty years sentenced, roll calls in autumn at the prison.

If only they had the great strength of "Great Qin Heavy Industries," those concrete workers wouldn’t need to suffer so.

In the end, they could but jest online, "Concrete pumps out fast, just-set leaden concrete resolving the matters of the client and the supervisor, and winning injuries, extramarital affairs, and three nonbiologically related children."

In the wild mountains and ridges, they would stay for hundreds of days, with only the red plastic buckets accompanying them like imperial weapons, eternal.

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In the bustle, there were numerous cultivators.

In that very moment, a thunderous boom suddenly echoed through the sky, a muffled sound sweeping across the heavens, momentarily silencing everyone as they looked up.

The sky abruptly burst into brilliant sunlight, auspicious vapors crisscrossing the heavens.

Spread across the sky like clouds weaving a brocade over the four arenas.

Along with the myriad rays of sunlight, a gigantic golden palace also appeared, hidden within the clouds.

A middle-aged man dressed in black-gold imperial robes, wearing a crown, suddenly appeared. He was as dignified as the ocean, stepping on the void, and quickly stood at the center surrounded by the four arenas.

Upon seeing this man, the cultivators couldn’t help but hold their breath. Regardless of how much the sects resented Great Qin, everyone had to admit one fact: under the rule of the Millennium Emperor, Great Qin had grown increasingly powerful.

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No one knew to what extent the cultivation of the Millennium Emperor had reached since he last made a move five hundred years ago.

The Millennium Emperor had not carried the same absolute hostility toward the sects as before, but rather maintained a low-intensity conflict while continuously dangling high-ranking positions and rich rewards to entice gifted individuals from the sects, especially those who were frustrated and unfulfilled, to join Great Qin.

Without such conciliatory measures, even if Great Qin foretold of heaven, it could not have brought about this grand occasion of the Legal Assembly.

Not only Yi Chen, but the candidates from the sixteen great sects were also filled with a mixture of surprise and slightly suppressed excitement.

"The prizes and rules for this Legal Assembly need not be repeated by Us. If the venerable Dao friends have no objections, shall We begin?"

The middle-aged emperor looked up at the golden palace in the clouds and suddenly smiled.