The Supreme Eternal Prime God 1000X System From Beginning Chapter 41
– a throne cannot be given to one who has already taken it
The stillness that settled over the Grand Tournament Arena was no longer one of anticipation, no longer one of uncertainty, no longer one of hesitation as thousands of disciples held their breath, their gazes locked onto the scene unfolding before them, their minds struggling to comprehend the weight of what they were witnessing—not the collapse of a battle, not the unexpected turn of a tournament, not the shift of power from one contender to another—
But the moment when Azure Dragon Academy itself lost its right to dictate fate.
This was no longer about Xiao Lin’s strength.
It was no longer about whether he was worthy of ascending into the Inner Court.
It was no longer about whether he had earned his place among the elites.
Because he had already surpassed all of it.
Because he had already left them behind.
And now, the only question that remained—
Was whether the academy was willing to accept it.
The Elder who had spoken, the figure who had declared that this moment still belonged to the academy, the man who had long believed that no single disciple could ever rise beyond the authority of Azure Dragon Academy, stood in absolute silence, his breath steady, his face unreadable, his thoughts sharp with something that was not quite resistance, not quite hesitation, but something dangerously close to doubt.
Because he could feel it.
Not just the shift in spiritual energy.
Not just the subtle, imperceptible weight pressing against his cultivation.
Not just the aura that radiated from Xiao Lin—not in a violent, oppressive wave of power, not in the raw, uncontrolled chaos of an untamed genius, but in something far more terrifying.
Certainty.
The certainty of a man who had already chosen his path.
The certainty of a force that no longer asked permission to exist.
The certainty of something that could no longer be contained within the walls of this institution.
And for the first time in his centuries of existence, for the first time since he had taken his place as one of the ruling figures of this academy, the Elder hesitated.
Because if he spoke now—if he attempted to force the academy’s will upon this disciple, if he declared that Xiao Lin was still bound by their system, still subject to their rules, still required to bow to the traditions that had governed every cultivator before him—
Would the heavens still recognize his authority?
Or had that power already shifted?
Had Xiao Lin already taken it for himself?
From the private pavilion, where the strongest disciples of the Outer Court had gathered, where those who had once believed themselves destined to be rulers of this domain now sat frozen, unable to process what they were seeing, unable to speak, unable to resist the quiet, growing terror clawing at their minds—
Zhan Kanzi clenched his fists.
Hard enough that his nails bit into his palm.
Hard enough that his Qi fluctuated violently for a single, uncontrolled moment.
Hard enough that, for the first time in his life, he felt trapped.
Because this was not what was supposed to happen.
Because this was not a tournament he had already lost.
Because this was not just the defeat of a single competitor, not just the failure of a carefully crafted plan, not just the humiliation of being forced to accept that he had been wrong.
This was the death of everything he had ever worked for.
Because Xiao Lin had not just surpassed him.
He had erased him.
Because no one would ever remember Zhan Kanzi’s name after this.
Because from this moment forward, there would only be one name that mattered.
And it was not his.
Xiao Lin exhaled softly.
Not in amusement.
Not in frustration.
Not in arrogance.
But in the slow, inevitable realization that this conversation was already over.
He did not need to argue.
Did not need to fight.
Did not need to prove anything.
Because the academy had already lost.
Because the Elders, the instructors, the Inner Court elites, the Outer Court disciples—they had all already made their decision.
Not through words.
Not through actions.
Not through declarations of power.
But through silence.
Because none of them had spoken.
Because none of them had stepped forward.
Because even as the Elders stood above him, even as the academy held its breath, even as the last remnants of resistance still burned dimly in the eyes of those who refused to accept it—
No one had dared to tell him he was wrong.
Because they knew he wasn’t.
Because they knew this was no longer their choice.
And so, Xiao Lin simply spoke the final truth.
The one that no one could deny.
The one that would end this moment once and for all.
“You waited too long,” he murmured, his golden eyes flickering with something unreadable. “You thought you still had time. You thought you could decide when I was ready. You thought you could make this choice for me.”
A pause.
Then—
“You were wrong.”
The words settled over the arena.
A decree.
A judgment.
A truth.
And in that moment, as the weight of those words pressed down upon the academy, as the final remnants of resistance shattered beneath the suffocating realization that the institution that had once dictated the fate of every disciple that entered its walls no longer held dominion over the man standing before them—
A presence beyond Azure Dragon Academy finally made its move.
A ripple in space.
A shift in the flow of spiritual energy.
A formless, unseen force descending upon the battlefield.
And then—
A voice.
Not from the Elders.
Not from the instructors.
Not from the Inner Court elites who had been watching in silence.
But from something far greater.
Something that had been watching from beyond this realm.
“It is time.”
A pause.
Then—
“Come. The heavens are waiting.”
And just like that—
Xiao Lin’s story truly began.
