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Werther smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be participating in the tournament. Right, is your aunt participating?" Luna smiled sweetly, "Auntie won't join. She said, well, she seems to be saying something. It's not good for young girls to use swords and spears to fight. Well, that's what she meant." Werther laughed involuntarily. This must have taken into account his father's feelings. If Comrade Sophia wanted to be a real lady, she would first have to say goodbye to the days when she used to go berserk. It was also reasonable to not participate in such an intense competition. It seemed that she had changed a lot for her father.

Werther rubbed his nose. "This tournament doesn't allow any deaths, but someone will definitely play a heavy hand for those prizes. You have to be careful." Luna smiled and said, "Big Brother Werther, don't worry. Luna is now a magic scholar!" As he spoke, he showed him his magic robe. "At a glance, Werther had indeed put on the symbol of a Magic Scholar. At Luna's young age, it was really surprising that she could achieve such a result.

Luna suddenly pointed, "Look, Princess Kathleen is drawing her lots too!" Werther was startled and immediately looked at the seats belonging to the royal family. Sure enough, Princess Kathleen had just taken out a piece of magic paper with the word "2" written on it. Since Kathleen is participating, it seems that the competition will be very intense this year. " Werther rubbed his head again. After bidding farewell to Luna, he strolled home. By this time, the lottery draw for the six thousand people had already ended. The city guards cooperated with them and expelled the crowd that was watching the ceremony. The aristocrats also left in their carriages.

When he heard the words "Grand Princess" and "people from the Holy See", he did not take it to heart. He only used a pair of cold eyes to look at the thousands of people around him, some abnormally excited, some dancing with hands and feet while others had shifty expressions. Taking advantage of the crowd, he stole money bags from other people's pockets, called out to girls, brought his family back to him, and so on. There were all sorts of different emotions.

It was as if Werther was just a shadow outside the world, using his independent and deep gaze to study the state of things in the world. Gradually, the thunderous sounds of discussions and laughter faded away, and Werther's spirit gained a sense of independence from the world, as if nothing in the world was related to him anymore. At this moment, a novel experience he had never experienced before came into his mind. Silence, extreme silence, silence, a tranquility that was like dead silence!

Werther had forgotten everything, all the Tao techniques and abilities, all the martial arts and body techniques, as well as some internal conflicts, even the warm affection, the deep-seated hatred, etc. He had completely forgotten the good, the bad, the positive and the negative emotions.

The entire world seemed to have started shrinking rapidly. It went from a continent to a palm, to a fingernail, and finally to the size of a mustard seed. There was only a single dot left, and two profound lights, black and white, lingered around it. At this moment, Werther seemed to have completely disappeared from the world, to have drifted away from the world, and also to be watched over everything with a calm and terrifying gaze by a superior creator. "In his sea of consciousness, the avatar of the Dao Sovereign suddenly underwent a change. His eyes became blank, as if they contained nothing, but there was also a primal chaos diagram that was rotating quietly. Sometimes it would form two images, and sometimes it would transform into an infinity, as if there was something suspended high above him.

The avatar of the Dao Sovereign turned into a giant that reached the sky. Its aura was majestic and powerful, filled with a sense of primal chaos. Every word that came out of his mouth would turn into a giant lotus, or it would turn into a subtle symbol embedded in the void, which would resonate with the 'Supreme Purity Scripture' of the original Lou Monastery. Gradually, the two kinds of scriptures began to resonate, finally merging into one, and at the same time, countless profound mysteries also slowly flowed inside Werther's mind. It was like the sound of a small brook flowing by, cooling and cozy.

The Dao Sovereign slowly chanted. After he finished chanting the scripture, a trace of light suddenly appeared in his eyes. Looking at the scene in his sea of consciousness, he suddenly smiled and spoke with a voice that seemed to leave no trace behind, "You have made great progress. My scheming has not been in vain." He pointed with his finger. It was weird, but the Eight Trigrams Furnace that was unmoving in Werther's hand suddenly became a well-behaved baby who was more obedient than anyone else. It instantly flew to the head of the avatar and slightly rotated, as if it was acting spoiled.

The Daofather laughed. "If you help him accomplish a bit of merit, then naturally, he'll have to pay a high price. No need to complain. "Why haven't you revealed the scripture yet?" He pointed with his finger, and the lid of the Eight Trigrams Furnace instantly opened wide. It spewed out a stream of chaotic energy that turned into huge purple talismans that hung high in the air. The Daofather smiled in satisfaction, then gently sat down. After that, he fell silent.

In the real world, Werther suddenly woke up with a start. His ears were still filled with noisy voices, but that mysterious feeling just now was still lingering in his mind. Thinking carefully, it was as if he once again entered a kind of tranquil and helpless state, as if he had just gained some enlightenment. However, looking at it from the inside, he was suddenly overjoyed. He realized with a start that there were many wonderful words and truths in his mind. He could not bear to let go of them even after pondering over them for a long time. He wanted to pursue the truth of the matter, but this was not the right time to do so. He hastened his steps and returned to the Count's Mansion.

In front of the palace, Archbishop Irwin, who was about to leave, suddenly made a sound of surprise. He lifted his head and looked outside of the palace, his blurry eyes flashing countless scenes, and finally fixed on a handsome figure. For the first time, a trace of astonishment flashed on Irwin's face, but he still clenched his lips and slowly left. The king of Klein Empire gave Owen a meaningful glance, and a smile with unknown meaning hung on the corner of his mouth. No one noticed their movements, and Werther disappeared into the crowd.

Returning to the Count's manor, Werther couldn't wait to enter a small secret room of his own. He sank his mind and looked back at his own sea of consciousness. In an instant, he discovered something different. The avatar of the three Dao Sovereigns seemed to have become much more agile as dense clouds circulated around their bodies, giving them a mysterious feeling. When he saw the scripture from the Supreme Purity Scripture and the gigantic purple talisman, he was completely dumbfounded.

Only the Sect Leader could practice the < Supreme Purity Scripture >. Legend has it that the Old Lord Taishang had passed it down to his founder, Mr. Yin Xi, but because it was too difficult and profound, Werther only read it briefly and didn't dare to delve any further, but now it was different. The originally obscure and profound golden scripture, in Werther's eyes, no longer had any obstructions.

This time, Werther was truly overjoyed. He had always coveted this precious treasure, but had no way of refining it. Now that he was asleep in his pillow, he immediately started to study this incantation without caring about anything else. So it turned out that the requirement of this book was to be refined into a primordial spirit before he could completely control it. With Werther's current strength, he could only use some of its basic functions, such as storing some things, but this required him to transfer the Eight Trigrams Furnace out of his sea of consciousness. And to do this, he would have to consume seventy percent of his power.

"It seems that I can only master this spell after I have passed the tribulation of the heavenly thunders and earthfires and become a primordial spirit. Only then will I be able to fully grasp this treasure." However, the unexpected surprise is that the《 Supreme Purity Scripture》 can be interpreted to a large extent. With this accumulation, I believe that one day, I will be able to create a method that is at least at the fourth level of the Nine Revolutions Imperishable Golden Body! " When Werther suddenly woke up, he realized that it was already noon of the second day. Remembering that the Great Magic Tournament was going to start today, he hurriedly washed his face, ate a few mouthfuls of food, and rushed straight to the Imperial Arena.

The competition arena was located on the outskirts of the imperial city, and the area was shockingly large. It was built by the Klein Royal Family more than a hundred years ago for the Demon Martial Competition, and it was held there throughout the years as well as a spectator stand specially built by the aristocrats. When Werther came to this place in the morning, he saw that the competition arena had already been surrounded by hundreds of thousands of citizens of the City of Dawn. Everyone was either sitting in the stands or surrounding the competition stone stands. They were laughing and shouting, expressing their support for, or their disgust for, the contestants. The scene was exceptionally explosive.

Werther displayed the symbol of a contestant and entered the arena through a special tunnel reserved for contestants. The entire arena took up several hundred acres of land, and within it, hundreds of stone platforms specially used for competitions were piled with rocks and rocks. The competitors would compete in ten groups, pick out the winners of each group, and enter the final round. At this time, dozens of groups of opponents had already begun their contest. The scene was extremely fiery. The flashes of light from various types of magic interweaved with the brilliance of battle qi when it erupted, and from time to time, there would be the sound of a huge explosion. The audience's enthusiasm had already been ignited to its limit. They screamed as if they had forgotten themselves, ignoring their throats that had already turned hoarse.