A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality and I Become a God

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the preliminary round.

Do you have confidence?

Wu Hao came to Wu Yifan and the others and, as usual, gave them a pre-event encouragement.

Wu Yifan patted his chest and said with great confidence.

"Don't worry, Great-Grandpa, I have absolute confidence!"

Wu Qiankun and the others nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Wu Hao allowed them to set off. When they arrived at the Four Saints Grand Competition, many people had already begun their competitions. After all, the competitions were scheduled to be completed on the same day, with no time limit.

Wu Yifan and Lin Zixin have very few rivals. After all, there are very few geniuses in the Xuan Tian Realm who can break through to the Supreme level before the age of a thousand, let alone Quasi-Emperors.

So at the beginning, Lin Zixin had no rivals and could only be ranked among the top geniuses at the peak of the Supreme Realm. That genius at the peak of the Supreme Realm originally thought that he was sure to enter the top ten in this Four Saints Competition.

However, when he learned that his opponent was Lin Zixin, who was in the early stage of Quasi-Emperor, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

However, he did not give up because of this, and was then defeated by Lin Zixin in one move.

Wu Yifan was also a top-tier player, a prodigy named Feng Tatian. When he saw Wu Yifan enter, he looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, but quickly dismissed him with disdain.

"You are no match for me. Will you go down yourself, or shall I send you down?"

"Oh, interesting. This is the first time I've ever seen someone so arrogant."

Wu Yifan was taken aback by Feng Tatian's words, as no one had ever said such a thing to him since his debut.

"Hey, you actually met him today!"

Feng Tatian slowly stood up. He could tell that Wu Yifan had no intention of going down; it seemed he wouldn't give up until he was completely convinced.

Since that's the case, then let him see who the real genius is.

Thinking of this, Feng Tatian walked step by step toward Wu Yifan, speaking as he went.

“I, Feng Tatian, could speak as soon as I was born, could walk after a week, and could run after a month.”

"He started cultivating at the age of eight and reached the peak of Qi Refining in just one week."

"At ten, one establishes the foundation; at fifteen, one reaches the Spirit Sea; at twenty-five, one attains the Golden Core; at forty, one reaches the Nascent Soul; at sixty, one transforms into a Deity; at seventy, one refines the Void; at ninety, one transcends the Tribulation; at one hundred and ten, one becomes a Saint; at one hundred and fifty, one becomes a Great Saint; at two hundred, one becomes a Saint King."

"Even now, at the peak of the Supreme Realm at nine hundred and thirty years old, with such talent, tell me how you can be my opponent, how about it!"

Before Feng Tatian could finish his last sentence, he was startled by Wu Yifan, who suddenly appeared in front of him.

But before he could react, Wu Yifan's fist, which kept growing larger, appeared in front of him, and then the world went dark.

"Enough with the nonsense. If you're going to fight, then fight. Stop talking nonsense."

"The winner is Wu Yifan!"

The referee in charge of the battle was an elder at the mid-stage of the Quasi-Emperor realm, who couldn't help but gasp when he saw what was happening.

Even with his abilities, he couldn't figure out how Wu Yifan made his move. Wu Yifan is terrifyingly powerful.

Just after Wu Yifan left, Feng Tatian slowly woke up from his coma and collapsed on the cold ground. Feng Tatian stared blankly at the sky, and after a long while, he forced a bitter smile.

"It seems I've lost. I remember running in the sunset that day; that was my lost youth."

"Wu Yifan, right? I'll remember you. Once I break through to Quasi-Emperor, I'll definitely find you and have another match."

Unfortunately, Feng Tatian's words didn't reach Wu Yifan's ears at all, and even if he knew, Wu Yifan wouldn't do anything about it.

Compared to him, Feng Tatian's achievements were nothing. By the time Feng Tatian broke through to Quasi-Emperor, he himself might have already broken through to Great Emperor.

On the other side, Cai Tiankun was in the same situation, lying on the ground with lifeless eyes. He didn't know why a mid-stage Great Saint could take out an Emperor Weapon and break his proud sword technique with just one sword.

"It seems I still need to become stronger, Wu Rulong, right? Once I'm strong enough, I'll definitely get my revenge on you."

Wu Li watched his senior brother's miserable state and couldn't help but silently mourn for him for a few seconds.

As for Su Qiaoran and the others on the other side, they didn't encounter any problems either. After all, they were naturally talented, and with Wu Hao's guidance, winning a match was not a problem.

"My husband, I won!"

After defeating her opponent, Su Qiaoran jogged over to Wu Hao with a smile, eager to claim credit, just like a child who got a perfect score on a test and wanted candy as a reward.

Wu Hao smiled and patted Su Qiaoran's head.

"That's right, my wife is definitely the best."

Hearing Wu Hao's words, Su Qiaoran was extremely pleased, but her face flushed as she spoke.

"Hey, what are you doing? There are so many people watching, aren't you ashamed?"

"What are you shy about? You're my wife."

Wu Hao said this with a straight face, which made Su Qiaoran feel extremely happy.

Fortunately, Wu Rulong spoke up at this moment.

"Father, Mother, let's go back first. After all, it's not a good thing to do this in broad daylight."

Wu Hao frowned slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he looked out of the Four Saints Grand Competition venue.

The next second, several beams of light rose from the ground around the venue of the Four Saints Grand Competition, forming scarlet barriers that surrounded the geniuses participating in the competition.

Everyone who saw this changed their expression, because they all felt the power of this formation.

"Who on earth dared to do this? How dare they?"

The four Holy Lords were also present at this time. They appeared above the venue almost instantly when the formation was activated, but they didn't have time to stop it before the formation was completed.

After all, it's quite reasonable that the four Holy Masters couldn't stop the Blood Soul Sect's methods in time.

As the formation took shape, everyone present couldn't help but feel panicked. After all, even the four Holy Lords hadn't been able to stop it. Could it be that they were going to perish on this path?

However, the four holy masters did not have much worry in their hearts.

First, they still possess imperial weapons. Although the formation in front of them is powerful, with the help of these imperial weapons, they may be able to break through it.

Secondly, they all knew that there was a genuine Great Emperor or even more than one present, and that if he made a move, he could definitely break the formation.

"Gentlemen, how about we join forces to break the formation first?"

Li Taibai looked at Lin Shuirou, Lei Wanyun, and Lin Tianyi and spoke.

But Lin Tianyi gently shook his head.

“The three of you, the imperial weapon of my Wanhua Holy Land was damaged in an accident some time ago, so please forgive me for being unable to take action.”

Upon hearing Lin Tianyi's words, Li Taibai and the others were once again shocked. They knew that imperial weapons were not only famous for their terrifying offensive power, but also for their defensive power. Unless the Great Emperor intervened or another imperial weapon was used, it would be impossible to damage another imperial weapon.

So, did the Holy Land of Myriad Flowers really encounter an emperor?