Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

The vast island, central region.

Atop the turret.

Many Holy Land Masters were watching the battle unfold, originally eager to see how exciting this free-for-all would be.

However, their expressions turned strange as soon as those golden patterns appeared.

If they remembered correctly.

It was the appearance of these golden patterns that had previously isolated the secret realms, wasn't it? Even they could not glean any insights.

Surely they wouldn't be cut off from spectating the ongoing battle too...

In the eyes of the many Holy Land Masters.

The golden patterns spread across the entire battlefield, eventually forming a colossal chessboard.

With the appearance of the chessboard, it assertively isolated the interior from the external world.

No matter what methods the Holy Land Masters used, they could not peer inside, not even by harnessing the power of heaven and earth could they see the scene within the chessboard.

It was as if the inside and outside of the chessboard were two different worlds.

"What skill! Truly remarkable! Previously in the minor secret realms, we couldn't investigate much, and didn't know much about this chessboard, thinking it was only something like a shielding formation."

"These disciples from the Wayless Sect are extraordinary, this move with the chessboard, it's like they've established a new world within it, we simply can't penetrate into the chessboard..."

"Why do I have a feeling... that even if we went down personally, we wouldn't fare much better?"

"Indeed, these disciples from the Wayless Sect most of them possess strength akin to us Holy Land Masters. Had we not known better, we might have thought these disciples were not of the disciple rank, but of the Holy Land Masters' level."

"It's Senior Chu who is truly formidable. To have disciples this powerful... by the way, I heard Senior Chu recently took in a mortal as a new disciple, who hasn't even started cultivating. Shouldn't we help out a little, to leave a good impression on that mortal new disciple?"

"Senior Chu cares greatly for that new mortal disciple; with the effort it takes, we might as well curry favor with Senior Chu instead."

"Speaking of which, aren't you concerned about your own disciples' rankings?"

"What's there to worry about, they'll at least make it into the top hundred. With the disciples from the Hidden Sects present, what else is there to care about?"

The many Holy Land Masters chatted with one another.

All of them lamented the strength of these few Wayless Sect disciples.

And they all acknowledged that these few Wayless Sect disciples possessed strength comparable to that of a Holy Land Master.

That of the top Holy Land Masters, not just any ordinary ones...

As for the gap between a Holy Land Master and a genius at the Tribulation Transcending Stage...

That gap was vast indeed.

First and foremost, the disparity in equipment was undeniable.

A top-tier Holy Land Master who oversaw a top-tier Holy Land with profound heritage could, if speaking individually, probably equip themselves with Spiritual Treasures from head to toe.

A genius at the Tribulation Transcending Stage, no matter how formidable, would only possess one or two Spiritual treasures at best.

After a while of sighing, the many Holy Land Masters chose not to continue trying to probe the chessboard.

Instead, they turned and walked back into the turret, planning to calmly wait for the rankings of the grand competition between all sects to emerge.

They chatted as they walked.

They suddenly started discussing matters related to the Hidden Sects of Zhongzhou.

"Have you noticed anything strange? These past three days, something seems off with the Hidden Sects of Zhongzhou. The representatives from various Hidden Sects on the third floor also left, as if something had happened."

"Indeed, according to reports from our sect disciples, those major Hidden Sects in Zhongzhou have been quite active recently, as if they've discovered something..."

"Who knows what's happened, it's none of our business anyway."

"Right, even if some treasure did appear, it's not our turn to claim it. If there's any fatal danger, we couldn't withstand it either; it's just right to watch the Hidden Sects' manoeuvres."

The many Holy Land Masters left the steps and returned to their respective desks, chatting and enjoying their time.

Usually during the grand competition between all sects, they would pay close attention to their disciples' fights due to the ranking's impact on their sect's reputation.

Sometimes conflicts could even arise if a disciple from another sect defeated one of theirs.

But this year was exceptionally harmonious.

According to the words of the many Holy Land Masters.

With Hidden Sects there to compete, there was nothing much left for them to contest.

The disgrace would fall upon the Hidden Sect that lost.

With the Hidden Sects taking the lead, most people would overlook them; fighting or not, it was all the same.

...

While things were harmonious among the Holy Land Masters,

The battle within the chessboard was anything but.

The ripples caused by the various spells' impacts were spreading.

But no matter how the ripples spread, they could not break through the chessboard.

The four walls of the chessboard seemed to have turned into copper walls and iron barriers; no matter how powerful the ripples, they were thwarted.

After a prolonged battle.

Only a few within the chessboard could still stand.

Most of the Holy Land Disciples had been inadvertently defeated and had fallen.

The ones still standing on the field were merely a dozen or so.

Apart from Ye Luo and three others, they were all from Zhongzhou's Hidden Sects.

As for the Holy Land Disciples...

Only one or two still stood, capable of fighting.

Among the remaining ones from Zhongzhou's Hidden Sects, all were from different Hidden Sects, each one an outstanding individual.
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After all, with the battle reaching this stage, any average person would have long been defeated and eliminated.

One disciple from the Mingxian Holy Sect stepped forward.

"Everyone, we've fought to this point, there's no rush for the final rankings now. How about we get to know each other first?"

The disciple's complexion was pale.

As he spoke, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Clearly, he had exhausted too much mana and wanted to use this short time to recover a bit of mana for the final battle.

"Right, we're not acquainted if we don't fight. To have reached this point, we're also fated. Why not get to know one another?"

"Absolutely, totally fine!"

"I'm good with that too, what do you think, disciples of the Wayless Sect?"

The others quickly nodded their heads; they too had expended a lot and wanted to take this opportunity to replenish their mana.

On the other side.

Ye Luo, who was standing on his Flying Sword, also realized this fact.

He was intending to outright refuse.

But then he heard Dantai Luo Xue's telepathic message.

"Big Brother, agree to it. Just enjoy the show."

Hearing this,

Ye Luo looked up at Dantai Luo Xue and, after a brief thought, he understood.

The chessboard was like a small world unto itself.

A small world under Dantai Luo Xue's control.

If Dantai Luo Xue didn't want others to absorb spiritual energy, then how could anyone possibly replenish their mana by absorbing spiritual energy?

With this realization, Ye Luo nodded his head.

"Alright."

Ye Luo watched the remaining few, giving a slight nod...