From the wilderness to the myriad worlds

Han Li took Lei Ming back to the small building where he and his friends had agreed to meet. The other casual cultivators were out, and only one young monk, Kusang, was there. Han Li introduced Lei Ming to the young monk, who smiled at him kindly.

"Brother Lei, if you don't have a place to stay, stay here for the time being. I'm going to practice in the next few days. If you have other things, you can leave on your own." Han Li said, and then began to retreat.

Lei Ming could understand Han Li's feelings. Han Li, like him, did not have a complete inheritance. Now that he had obtained the complete version of "Changchun Gong", he must hurry up to practice.

Fortunately, the young monk Master Kusang was there, and Lei Ming also seized this opportunity to ask him about the problems of the world of immortal cultivation. The young monk was very kind and told him everything he knew.

Han Li had been in retreat for three days, and Lei Ming had become familiar with these casual cultivators, at least they could be called superficial friends.

"The Ascension Conference will be in two days. Does anyone of you want to participate?" asked the casual cultivator Wu Jiuzhi.

The oldest and most powerful Taoist Qingwen smiled bitterly: "Although the Ascension Conference is nominally for casual cultivators to join the immortal sect, how can we casual cultivators compete with the disciples of those immortal cultivation families? Although I don't want to say discouraging words, with our current strength, we are still far from making a difference in the Ascension Conference."

After Taoist Qingwen said this, everyone fell silent.

"Okay, don't be discouraged, we are still young. If it doesn't work this time, there will be next time." Seeing this, Taoist Qingwen hurriedly cheered everyone up, "By the way, where is the newly joined Taoist Lei?"

"Master Kusang, do you know where Taoist Lei went?" Wu Jiuzhi asked.

The little monk thought about it, and suddenly his face changed: "Daoyou Lei asked me about the Ascension Conference two days ago. Could he have signed up?"

The Ascension Conference was held in the last few days of the Tainan Small Conference. The registration requirements were not low. It required the cultivators to pass the seventh level of the Five Elements Basic Kung Fu and be under 40 years old. Lei Ming actually did not meet the latter condition, as he was over 100 years old. However, Lei Ming still had a hope. After all, he was a member of the prehistoric human race, and unlike the human race in this world, the immortal cultivators might not be able to detect his specific age.

The registration point for the Ascension Conference was in an attic. It was originally designed for casual cultivators, so there was no other threshold for registration. Lei Ming came early in the morning, and he lined up and approached the registration point step by step.

A young man with a cold face registered the casual cultivators who registered. When it was Lei Ming's turn, the other party did not even raise his head.

"Name."

"Lei Ming."

"Age."

"Twenty or thirty."

The young man looked up and glared at him: "Don't you even know your own age?" He pointed to the spirit measuring stone next to him: "Enter the mana here."

Lei Ming followed his words, and the spirit measuring stone soon glowed.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining." The young man whispered, with undisguised contempt in his tone. According to past experience, although the seventh level of Qi Refining can participate in the Ascension Conference, there is absolutely no possibility of winning. There are hundreds or thousands of cultivators participating in the Ascension Conference every time, but the seven major immortal gates only recruit 70 people. Only those cultivators who have reached the tenth level of Qi Refining can enter the immortal gate.

"Stand here, don't use magic power!" the young man said, and took out a jade card. A ray of light flew out of the jade card and landed on Lei Ming's body. This is to measure bone age.

Measuring bone age is also very simple. As long as the cultivator does not cover up, the stronger the light reflected by the spell, the older the bone age.

"Bone age is 30." The young man judged based on the light, then made a record and gave Lei Ming a palm-sized jade card.

"This is your ring certificate, drop a drop of blood here."

After Lei Ming finished the registration and walked out of the registration point, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was lucky to pass this time.

Back to the attic, everyone was discussing something there. Seeing Lei Ming come back, everyone was surprised.

"This is the jade card for the ring competition, Lei Daoyou, did you really sign up for the Ascension Conference?" Taoist Qingwen saw the jade card on Lei Ming's waist and shouted in surprise.

Everyone's eyes turned to him.

Lei Ming smiled: "I just signed up. Fellow Daoists, please remember to cheer for me when the time comes."

Everyone looked at Lei Ming with complicated eyes, some admired, some sympathized, and some were sarcastic.

"Lei Daoist Fellow is very courageous, we admire him." Taoist Qingwen said with emotion.

"I'm afraid he's just going to die." The casual cultivator Hu Pinggu said lightly.

Lei Ming was not angry after hearing this. He and these people were just nodding acquaintances, so there was no need to be angry because of them.

"Anyway, since you have signed up, you must prepare well." Wu Jiuzhi said hurriedly, "Lei Daoist Fellow, you should meditate here for the next two days and adjust your state. Then we will cheer for you together."

Lei Ming nodded and returned to his room.

"Although my wife's words are not pleasant, they are also true. Fellow Daoist Lei is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. If he goes to the ring at this level, he will either be injured or die." The big bearded man broke the silence in the room.

"Since it is Fellow Daoist Lei's own choice, let's not talk about anything else." Taoist Qingwen said.

"I hope he can survive." Hu Pinggu said contemptuously.

Although he successfully registered, Lei Ming had nothing to prepare. He had nothing, not even a technique, and stayed in the attic for two days. When the Ascension Conference began, Lei Ming went to the arena with a demon-binding net wrapped around his waist and a saw in one hand.

Before Lei Ming left, Han Li had not yet come out of retreat.

The other casual cultivators followed Lei Ming to the arena.

"This is it." Lei Ming looked at the number on his identity jade card.

There are three arenas in the Ascension Conference. Lei Ming counted and found that there were four or five hundred people in front of each arena. They were divided into their own small circles in twos and threes. The group of people closest to the arena had a strong aura and looked very confident. They were specially trained by the immortal cultivation families. The ones behind were masters among the casual cultivators. There were also many cultivators at the ninth and tenth levels of Qi Refining.

The rules of the arena battle were already in the jade card. According to the rules set by the seven major sects, the arena battle of the Ascension Conference was a complete elimination tournament. More than a thousand immortal cultivators would decide the final seventy people within one day. These people were eligible to enter the seven major sects and receive a foundation-building pill.

The organizers of the arena battle were the strong men of the seven major sects. Lei Ming saw that there was a powerful immortal cultivator sitting in each of the three arenas.

"It's a senior in the foundation building stage!" Wu Jiuzhi said enviously, "I don't know when I can build a foundation!"

Lei Ming understood. He observed those foundation building cultivators. The other party's aura was indeed very strong, but it was only comparable to the monsters in the prehistoric times.

The ring battle started soon. Ten formations were raised on each of the three rings, and the cultivators participating in the ring battle fought in the formations. For each ring, ten groups of combatants were randomly selected each time to determine the winner.

The first batch of battles was drawn, and sixty people went to the ring.

Lei Ming was not drawn, and he observed the battles of others below. The formation on the ring would only block the aftermath of the battle, but it did not hinder everyone's viewing.

The thirty groups of battles on the ring were decided in the fastest few breaths. Lei Ming saw that the gap in strength between the two contestants was too big. One of them was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and the other was at least at the tenth level of Qi Refining. The latter only used a spell to injure the former, and the former took the initiative to admit defeat.

Hu Pinggu and others saw it and looked at Lei Ming sarcastically, as if he was the loser. These people didn't have the courage to participate in the Ascension Conference, but Lei Ming, who was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, participated, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

Lei Ming turned a blind eye to this. He watched quietly. The fighting methods of the cultivators were indeed varied. Some used physical combat, most people used spells, and a few people were wealthy and used talismans. Lei Ming also saw a person using a magic weapon, and the opponent's magic weapon was also a knife, which made him a little jealous.

Not long after, Lei Ming's identity jade card lit up, showing a number on it. He walked onto the stage and entered a formation, and another cultivator also walked in. Lei Ming looked at his opponent, who was a young man in his early 20s, with fair skin and a gentle look. However, there was a sinister light in his eyes, giving people a very fierce feeling.