The Supreme Eternal Prime God 1000X System From Beginning Chapter 31
– a throne that cannot be challenged
As the first golden rays of dawn stretched across Azure Dragon Academy, casting the towering pagodas and vast courtyards in a brilliant, fiery glow, the entire Outer Court trembled beneath the weight of a single realization, a single moment, a single truth that had settled upon the academy like an unshakable force of nature, a truth that no one could deny any longer, no matter how much they wanted to, no matter how much they wished to close their eyes and pretend that what they had witnessed in the days before had simply been an illusion, a fleeting anomaly, a nightmare that would soon fade—
Xiao Lin was inevitable.
The Outer Court Selection Tournament was no longer a test of skill, no longer a battle of talents, no longer a proving ground where the strongest disciples clashed in hopes of rising beyond their peers—
No.
It had become something else entirely.
It had become a battlefield of survival.
A place where the so-called “geniuses” of the Outer Court, the ones who had spent years believing themselves untouchable, unshakable, invincible, now stood on the edge of ruin, now questioned whether their ambitions still held meaning, now found themselves staring at a single name upon the Tournament Stone Board and wondering—
How do you fight against something you do not understand?
And today, as the academy prepared for the next battle, as the final eight stood at the precipice of what should have been their greatest moment, as the crowds gathered, holding their breath, waiting for the clash that was to come—
They all knew.
This was not about who would win.
This was about who would survive.
Seated within the secluded halls of the Outer Court Pavilion, away from the murmurs of the gathered disciples, hidden behind layers of protective formations that ensured absolute secrecy, Zhan Kanzi sat in silence, his fingers interlocked, his dark eyes narrowed as he listened to the hurried voices of those gathered before him, his most trusted subordinates, the ones who had once believed in his inevitable rise, the ones who had once followed him with unshaken loyalty, the ones who now—for the first time—were afraid.
“He’s beyond us,” one of them muttered, his tone sharp, urgent, filled with something dangerously close to desperation. “We saw what he did to Meng Jinhai. We saw what he did to every opponent before that. Nothing works against him. He doesn’t just win—he erases people.“
A sharp exhale.
Another voice, colder, more measured. “Even if Huang Xue has a strategy, even if he manages to last longer than the others, the outcome will not change. Xiao Lin will win.“
A silence followed.
A long, heavy pause.
And then—Zhan Kanzi smiled.
It was not a smile of amusement.
Not a smile of confidence.
It was something far sharper.
“Good,” he murmured.
The others turned to him, confused.
Zhan Kanzi leaned forward slightly, resting his chin against his interlocked fingers, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
“That means we don’t need to fight him.”
A pause.
A slow smirk.
“We just need to make sure the academy turns against him first.”
And just like that—the real battle began.
The Grand Tournament Arena had never been so quiet.
Thousands of disciples had gathered, their eyes fixed upon the towering Tournament Stone Board, their breaths held, their hearts beating just a little too fast, their minds clouded with uncertainty, anxiety, and something else—something far heavier than mere anticipation.
Because the name on the board was not just a name anymore.
It was a warning.
Xiao Lin vs. Huang Xue.
The battle that should have been a defining moment in the history of the Outer Court.
A battle between two of the strongest remaining competitors.
And yet, as the arena prepared itself, as the Elder overseeing the match stepped forward, as the tension thickened—
No one believed it would be a battle at all.
They had seen too much.
They had already witnessed what happened to those who thought they could challenge him.
And Huang Xue?
Huang Xue thought he could win.
At the center of the arena, standing alone beneath the gaze of thousands, his posture straight, his expression sharp, his aura radiating calm confidence, Huang Xue exhaled slowly, his mind steady, his thoughts focused, his Qi swirling around him in a controlled storm of elemental force.
He had prepared.
He had studied.
He had planned.
He had crafted a strategy not to overpower Xiao Lin, not to crush him, but to control him.
To dictate the flow of battle.
To limit his movement, disrupt his Qi, force him into an unfamiliar rhythm.
Because power alone did not win battles.
Control did.
And that—was Huang Xue’s specialty.
Across from him, stepping onto the battlefield, moving with the same unshaken, unhurried grace he had carried through every other fight before this, his golden-flecked eyes unreadable, his presence suffocating despite its apparent calmness, Xiao Lin finally arrived.
And in that instant—Huang Xue’s confidence faltered.
Not because of his opponent’s power.
Not because of his opponent’s reputation.
But because of the way Xiao Lin looked at him.
There was no recognition.
No curiosity.
No interest.
Only a quiet, subtle, suffocating certainty.
As if this was not a battle.
As if Huang Xue had already lost.
As if Xiao Lin had already decided the outcome before the first move had even been made.
And that—that terrified him more than anything.
Far beyond the walls of Azure Dragon Academy, in a place untouched by mortal struggles, where ancient forces slumbered beneath the weight of time itself, a pair of unseen eyes opened for the first time in centuries.
A whisper.
A name.
A presence.
And then, softly—
“He is coming.”
A pause.
Then—
“Let us see if he is ready.”
And just like that—
The world itself began to shift.
