Time flows like water, like a white horse passing by a gap.

One hundred thousand years sounds long, but in the endless lifespan of a cultivator, it is insignificant, and in the entire Chaotic Universe, it is merely a fleeting moment.

Destruction Demon Hall.

Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the void, breathing in and out while cultivating, and over the course of a hundred thousand years, his cultivation steadily grew.

Of course, only the cultivation of Ye Xuan’s avatar grew; his true self remained at the peak of the sixth Heavenly Gate, just one step away from the seventh. Without significant opportunity, breaking through on his own would take at least tens of millions of years.

Exhale!

Ye Xuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his eyes slowly opened, his entire being settling into silence.

"The Tenth Epoch should be halfway over by now, right?" Ye Xuan sensed something in his heart, murmuring softly. An epoch is 1.28342 billion years, and if Ye Xuan remembered correctly, more than 600 million years of the Tenth Epoch had already passed.

"Only half an epoch left to go!"

Ye Xuan murmured to himself, his thoughts unknown.

Each opening of an epoch is an unprecedented grand battle, where everyone risks their lives for the seat of the Supreme of the ages.

Ye Xuan was very interested in the Supreme seat of the ages, but waiting until the next epoch to contest for the Supreme seat seemed far too long to him.

The achiever of the Tenth Epoch is the Master of the Spirits, who fused with the Chaos Heavenly Heart, leaving no possibility for others to achieve the Dao.

But Ye Xuan believed nothing was absolute; who said one couldn’t achieve the Dao without the Chaos Heavenly Heart?

"Divine Son, the time has come."

Hu Mei’er quietly appeared behind Ye Xuan, gracefully saluting him with unconcealed admiration in her eyes.

"Tell the Demon Lord, I know." Ye Xuan said solemnly.

"Yes, Divine Son." Hu Mei’er responded softly, reluctantly departing.

"This appearance is really troublesome."

Ye Xuan rose from the void, greatly frustrated by his looks. Over the past hundred thousand years, countless female cultivators had boldly confessed their love to him, causing him no end of vexation.

The most egregious was Hu Mei’er, who dared to seduce him, but fortunately, Ye Xuan was not interested in women, and ultimately, the seductive woman did not succeed.

However, these ten thousand years have been anything but peaceful. The Destruction Holy Daughter and Hu Mei’er fought fiercely out of jealousy, and other female cultivators did not stop, even peeping at Ye Xuan secretly when he was cultivating.

So, Ye Xuan decided on one thing; he specially crafted a Ghost Face Mask to wear every time he left the arena.

This time heading to the Hundred Sons Battlefield was no different; Ye Xuan put on the Ghost Face Mask, immediately concealing his unparalleled appearance.

...

Outside the Destruction Demon Hall!

A black ancient chariot lay across the heavenly vault, nine black dragons roaring low in the sky, the Master of Destruction sitting within, with a pearl curtain covering the entire black chariot, exuding a sense of weight and solemnity.

Surrounding the black chariot were four maids accompanying, each a rare beauty, though not unparalleled, and all at the initial Immortal Realm in cultivation.

The one driving the chariot was the Hall Master of Destruction; such an assembly was rare indeed, but a Supreme of the ages traveling warranted no less.

"Master."

Ye Xuan appeared quietly with the Ghost Face Mask, bowing respectfully to the Master of Destruction.

"Shaoyou, this time the Hundred Sons Battle depends entirely on you," the Master of Destruction said with great hope.

Ye Xuan replied, "Rest assured, Master, Shaoyou will not disappoint you."

"Good, sit beside me, and we shall set off immediately," the Master of Destruction smiled.

"Demon Lord...?"

The Hall Master of Destruction’s expression changed, surprised that the Master of Destruction wanted Ye Xuan to ride with him, an unimaginable honor, revealing the Master of Destruction’s high regard for Ye Xuan.

"Please, Divine Son, board the chariot."

The four maids, their eyes like peach blossoms, gracefully saluted Ye Xuan; though he wore a Ghost Face Mask, the maids’ hearts had long secretly belonged to Ye Xuan.

"Thank you, Master."

Ye Xuan was not modest; he sat directly beside the Master of Destruction, and with a loud shout from the Hall Master, the nine black dragons pulled the black chariot toward the Hundred Sons Battlefield.

The vast heavenly vault, nine dragons pulling.

Inside the black ancient chariot.

"Shaoyou, your appearance is indeed astonishing, and it’s no wonder these female disciples are captivated by you; you could easily bring them into your harem, enjoying some pleasure besides cultivation."

The Master of Destruction rarely teased Ye Xuan.

"My heart is set on ascending the Great Dao; I’m not interested in such matters, Master jests," Ye Xuan replied.

"Hahaha."

The Master of Destruction laughed heartily: "What a pity for that face of yours, if you showed your true face at the Hundred Sons Battlefield, I believe those female cultivators would fall at your feet, saving you a lot of trouble."

Ye Xuan shook his head slowly: "If I truly showed my true face, I’m afraid I’d invite targeted trouble, and that would be the real hassle."

"So be it, as long as you sweep the heroes in the Hundred Sons Battle, whether you wear this mask or not matters not," the Master of Destruction said.

Nine dragons pull, whistling across the heavenly vault, and along the way, the Master of Destruction and Ye Xuan chatted, which helped foster their bond and relationship. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

However, Ye Xuan’s mind was elsewhere; he wondered what sorts of people would appear in the Hundred Sons Battle and how formidable those so-called heaven-defying geniuses truly were.

Ye Xuan was a proud person, but his pride was calm; he believed those heaven-defying geniuses were indeed terrifying, but compared to his true self, they should fall short.

Though Ye Xuan was currently an avatar, he was unsure exactly how he would measure against those heaven-defying geniuses, and only through battle would it be clear.

...

Chaos Sea!

Chaos Five Domains, the center is sovereign.

In the Central Domain lies an infinite sea, known as the Chaos Sea.

The Chaos Sea is boundless, and even Immortal Realm cultivators could lose themselves in it; without Great Divine Power, leaving it is inconceivable.

The Hundred Sons Battlefield is set within the Chaos Sea, and every time it opens, it is held there.

An isolated island, like a small continent, floats in the Chaos Sea, emanating terrifying power from all directions, with vast silhouettes converging on the island.

Rumbling!

The nine dragons pulled the black Ghost War Chariot, roaring through, the power of the Supreme of the ages terrifyingly radiating, causing everyone on the island to look up.

Boom!

The nine black dragons roared in, landing steadily in the center of the island.

"Greetings to the Master of Destruction."

A thousand cultivators saluted the Master of Destruction in the chariot; after all, a Supreme of the ages commanded reverence across the universe, and none dared show disrespect.

"Destruction, you’re early."

In the central position, three Supremes stood side by side, in the Chaos Fate Space-Time, the speaker being the ruthless Master of Fate.