Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The huge sea of fire destroyed everything around it, as if it was going to destroy the entire broken world. In the end, thirty-seven teams were covered by the sea of fire, screaming and screaming. They were doomed to be unable to escape.    

The other allied forces fled in panic, avoiding the terrifying sea of fire. They looked at the sea of fire that covered a hundred miles and roasted the sky, and their hearts were filled with shock.    

Even they didn't expect Ye Feng's self-destruction to be able to produce such power. This was far beyond Ye Feng's own strength. Was this a weapon? Or was it some kind of secret technique? It was too terrifying.    

Fortunately, Ye Feng was still alive after all. They were lucky enough to survive. It was time for the battle to end.    

While everyone was still in a state of shock, no one noticed that the moment Ye Feng detonated himself, the sea of fire spread out. A broken golden prayer wrapped in a weak spiritual light shot towards the broken Divine Sun.    

This golden prayer contained endless dignity and unparalleled divine might. At the same time, it also contained tremendous power, protecting the spiritual light attached to it.    

The spiritual light was an undying true spirit, Ye Feng's soul imprint. He had just opened the fourth seal of the Fire of Samsara, causing his body to explode. The Reincarnation Fire had gone out of control, and his soul had almost been destroyed. It was all thanks to the Prayer of the God Emperor that he had been able to protect his indestructible True Spirit.    

It was precisely the existence of the imperishable True Spirit that had prevented this broken world from disappearing.    

This was because this was the test of the Heaven and Earth Talent Ranking. If Ye Feng died here, everything here would disappear. His Reincarnation Fire wouldn't be able to continue spreading either. It would spread for hundreds of miles and burn 37 allied troops to death.    

All of this was because Ye Feng was still alive. At least his Indestructible True Spirit hadn't dissipated yet.    

At this moment, as the God Emperor's Prayer protected the immortal true spirit and touched the broken divine sun, a weak trace of Ye Feng's divine sense was awakened, and he began to absorb the power of the sun.    

The power of Yang that could heal everything was wrapped around the Eternal True Spirit and nourished it. In the end, all of it was absorbed by the Eternal True Spirit, but it didn't bring Ye Feng back to life.    

"Sigh, it's time to end this..."    

The remaining trace of divine sense on the Eternal True Spirit sighed helplessly. The Eternal True Spirit was the source of the soul. In fact, it didn't possess any consciousness. Ye Feng's soul had exploded, leaving only the undying true spirit. The remaining wisp of divine sense was also muddle-headed. It only had the ability to think.    

He understood the current situation. Although he still had the remnant of the imperishable True Spirit and wasn't completely dead, he was still unable to continue the battle. It would be a waste of time for him to stay here. The trial had come to an end.    

"I wonder what my final evaluation will be like. Will I be able to make it onto the Heaven and Earth Warrior Ranking...?"    

Ye Feng's consciousness fell into silence. The broken heaven and earth began to shake, and endless chaotic qi enveloped him.    

The alliance army of ten thousand races was touched by the chaotic energy. Everyone froze on the spot. Their expressions froze for a moment, as if they had turned into statues.    

In the next moment, everyone turned into chaotic energy and merged into the chaotic waves. The entire broken heaven and earth was enveloped by the chaotic energy.    

A weak golden light slowly descended from the sky. It was a list with a thousand names on it.    

"Ye Feng is on the list, ranked 677."    

A cold voice was heard. It wasn't the divine sense of the Ye Family's ancestor, but the voice of the rules of the Heaven and Earth Talent Ranking.    

On the ground, Ye Feng rubbed his aching head and raised his head to look at the Heaven and Earth Talent Ranking. His pale face was filled with excitement.    

"I'm on the roll now, and I'm still at the 677th place!"    

Ye Feng's heart was in turmoil. He clenched his fists tightly. Although he was not among the top, he had already fulfilled the requirements to learn the Nine Slashes of Heaven Punishing and the Tyrannical Saint Fist. He had passed the test left behind by his ancestors.    

"But even I can only reach the 677th place. How powerful is the guy ranked in the top 100, or even the top three?"    

Ye Feng was shocked. He had killed nearly forty allied armies, but only six hundred and seventy seven. Could the top three have wiped out the entire coalition army?    

"Even if the alliance army is standing there, I'm afraid they will die of exhaustion if I let them cut them down one by one..."    

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly. Originally, he had awakened the Heavenly Cyclone and recovered his memories from his previous life. He was very confident in himself and thought that he was invincible amongst his peers.    

But now, it seemed like there were too many people in this world that were stronger than him. Even if they were the prodigies from all over the universe, they were still stronger than him. He had to continue working hard, stop being arrogant, and not be arrogant.    

"Little guy, your performance has exceeded my expectations."    

Right at this moment, the voice of the ancestor's Divine Sense sounded out with a trace of pleasant surprise.    

"Ancestor."    

Ye Feng bowed respectfully to the dark world. The ancestor was only a trace of divine sense, it didn't have a physical body. He bowed to the dark world as a greeting to the ancestor.    

"Hehe, little guy, you have passed the test, and you are ranked in the top six hundred. Not bad."    

The ancestor was very pleased, "It has been more than ten thousand years, and you are the only one who has made it into the top six hundred. I have witnessed too many juniors entering this place. Not to mention the ranking, you didn't even manage to take away a Saint level martial skill. You are not bad at all."    

"Thank you for your praise, ancestor."    

Ye Feng was neither humble nor arrogant. He wouldn't be proud, but he couldn't deny his excellence.    

"Alright, sit down cross-legged and recover your spirit. I will teach you the holy skill after you have recovered to your peak condition."    

The ancestor smiled kindly and then fell silent again.    

Ye Feng immediately sat down with his legs crossed. His head still hurt, so he needed to recover.    

In the previous battle on the broken battlefield, Ye Feng didn't know what kind of means he used, but it might have something to do with his consciousness. After all, how could it be fake? Only his consciousness could create such a thing.    

Ye Feng was only at the Worldly realm, so he didn't have the ability to understand it. Even if someone told him about it, he wouldn't be able to understand it, so he didn't think too much about it.    

Ye Feng sat cross-legged and rested his mind. His soul was somewhat weak, as if it had been severely consumed.    

However, his physical strength was very abundant, and it had even been greatly enhanced. There was a warm energy circulating within his body, and it was a very familiar feeling. That was the power of yang. During the test, he absorbed the power of yang from two broken pieces of divine yang. It greatly increased his physical body and potential.    

Even Ye Feng had reached the peak of the Qi Burst Realm, and could take that step at any time to break through to the eighth and Qi Transformation Stage.    

"If I break through to the Qi Transformation Stage and accept the test of the Heaven and Earth Talent Ranking, I should be able to reach the top, right?"    

Ye Feng thought as he recuperated, and then shook his head. According to the test of the Heaven and Earth Talent Ranking, the strength of the alliance would be related to the challenger.    

The stronger the challenger was, the stronger the Ten Thousand Race Alliance would be, which meant that he had reached the eighth level of the Mortal Realm. The leaders of the Ten Thousand Race Alliance were probably at the ninth level of the Worldly realm, and all their warriors were at the eighth level. In this way, the outcome of the battle would be the same, and his performance would be even worse.    

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