The Supreme Eternal Prime God 1000X System From Beginning Chapter 29

The towering Tournament Stone Board stood unshaken beneath the golden light of the late afternoon sun, its ancient surface now engraved with the names of the final eight disciples who had survived the ruthless battles of the Outer Court Selection Tournament, each name a symbol of talent, ambition, and raw perseverance, each name carrying with it the weight of countless hours of cultivation, of sleepless nights spent honing their techniques, of desperate battles fought for the singular chance to step beyond the walls of the Outer Court and claim the right to ascend—

Yet despite all the effort, despite all the struggle, despite all the pride these so-called “geniuses” carried within them—

There was only one name that mattered.

Only one name that sent a quiet tremor through the academy.

Only one name that was spoken in whispers, in hushed tones of awe and dread alike.

Xiao Lin.

Far above the battlefield, seated within the highest pavilion, where only the most powerful Elders of Azure Dragon Academy were permitted to gather, a group of figures sat in absolute silence, their gazes fixed upon the young man standing at the base of the coliseum, his golden-flecked eyes unreadable, his posture unshaken, his presence alone disturbing the very balance of the Outer Court.

They had known something was wrong the moment his name had begun to spread.

Had felt it in the subtle shifts of Qi that whispered through the academy.

Had sensed it in the way the world itself seemed to lean toward him, bending ever so slightly, as if reality itself was unsure whether it should make way for him—or try to stop him before it was too late.

And now, as they watched him stand there, watched him read the name of his next opponent without even the faintest flicker of emotion, watched as the disciples around him stole cautious glances his way, watched as even the strongest of the Outer Court now avoided standing too close to him, watched as the tides of ambition, fear, and inevitability swirled around him like an unseen storm—

They finally understood.

Xiao Lin was no longer a problem of the Outer Court.

He was no longer simply a rising talent.

He was a force.

And forces could not be controlled.

Only embraced… or destroyed.

Beneath the towering stone board, where the names of the final eight disciples now glowed with golden inscriptions, where the gathered crowd held their breath, waiting, wondering, dreading what would come next, Xiao Lin’s gaze flickered across the list of remaining competitors, his expression composed, indifferent, as if none of this concerned him in the slightest, as if this tournament was nothing more than an afterthought.

His next opponent.

Huang Xue.

Second-ranked disciple of the Outer Court.

The strongest remaining challenger before Zhan Kanzi himself.

A man renowned for his mastery over elemental techniques, for his precise and devastating control over battlefields, for his strategic mind that had allowed him to overcome countless enemies who were physically stronger than him—

Yet even as the name settled into the minds of those watching, even as whispers began to ripple through the crowd, even as those who knew Huang Xue’s strength murmured that perhaps—**perhaps—**he would be the one to stop Xiao Lin’s impossible momentum—

Xiao Lin himself remained utterly unmoved.

As if his opponent was already irrelevant.

As if the outcome had already been decided.

As if this entire tournament was merely an inconvenience standing in his way.

And that realization, that suffocating certainty, that unshaken conviction radiating from him—

That was what truly terrified them.

Far from the coliseum, within the secluded halls of the Inner Court, where the strongest disciples of Azure Dragon Academy resided, where only those who had transcended the limits of the Outer Court were permitted to walk, a lone figure stood waiting, his arms crossed, his golden-threaded robes swaying slightly with the passing breeze, his sharp gaze flickering with something between amusement and deep, thoughtful consideration.

He had watched.

Since the very beginning—he had watched.

And now, it was time.

The moment Xiao Lin stepped into the shadows of the stone courtyard, his presence unmistakable even from a distance, his Qi calm, his expression unreadable, his movements slow yet carrying an invisible weight that made even the air itself feel heavier—

The Inner Court disciple finally smiled.

“You don’t look surprised,” he murmured, his voice smooth, his gaze filled with something unreadable.

Xiao Lin exhaled, his golden eyes half-lidded, unreadable.

“Should I be?”

A soft chuckle.

“No,” the Inner Court disciple said. “I suppose not.”

A pause.

Then—

“Your fights have been… interesting.”

Xiao Lin remained silent.

The Inner Court disciple tilted his head slightly, studying him.

“And yet,” he continued, his smirk deepening, “I can’t help but wonder… are you even trying?”

For the first time, Xiao Lin’s gaze sharpened—just slightly.

A flicker of amusement.

A flicker of danger.

The Inner Court disciple chuckled.

“I thought so.”

A long pause stretched between them.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, in a tone that carried the weight of something far more than mere curiosity, in a statement that felt less like a question and more like an unshakable truth—

He spoke.

“You’re going to change everything, aren’t you?”

Xiao Lin did not answer.

He did not need to.

Because they both already knew.

And as he turned, as he stepped away, as the tournament loomed ahead, as the whispers of his name continued to spread, as the world itself seemed to shift ever so slightly in his direction—

The Inner Court disciple exhaled slowly.

Then, softly—

He laughed.

Because the world was not ready for what was coming.