The Void Ancestor's face turned a shade of purple that matched the nebulae swirling behind him. He looked at his "Elite" disciple, who was currently shivering in his silk undergarments, and then at Prince Zale, who was calmly cleaning a small, unassuming paring knife.
"Cheating!" the Void Ancestor bellowed, his Realm 13 pressure cracking the stadium floor. "That boy used a forbidden space-tearing art! No Nirvana-level whelp has the mental capacity to calculate such a strike!"
I stepped forward, my Primordial Sovereign aura acting like an invisible umbrella, shielding my disciples from the Ancestor's tantrum. "Space-tearing? Old man, he wasn't tearing space. He was just finding the 'seams' in the armor. If you spent less time meditating on 'The Void' and more time peeling potatoes, you'd know that everything has a grain. You just have to follow it."
Round Two: The 10,000-Man Wall
"Enough games!" the Void Ancestor roared. "If your juniors are so capable, let us see how your 'Elders' handle a real battle. I challenge your sect to a Group Array Confrontation. My 5,000 Void-Walkers against any 5,000 of yours!"
The Void-Walkers stepped forward. These were all Realm 10: Empyrean Boundless experts. They moved in a ghostly synchronization, their bodies flickering in and out of existence. They began to chant, weaving a "Galaxy-Crushing Net" of black energy that threatened to swallow the entire arena.
I looked at Xuan Lu. "Take the first 5,000. Use the 'New and Improved' version."
Xuan Lu nodded, his eyes glowing with the light of a Universal Origin expert. He raised a hand, and 5,000 of my original disciples stepped into the arena. They didn't flicker. They didn't chant. They just stood there in their Azure Resonance Armor, which was now pulsing with the power of the Absolute Zenith Vein.
"MYRIAD HEART PULSE: THE ABSOLUTE ZERO STILLNESS!"
The 5,000 Void-Walkers lunged, their black energy nets descending. But as they touched the air around my disciples, the energy didn't explode—it froze. Not into ice, but into nothingness.
My disciples had reached a level of synchronization where their collective heartbeat dictated the laws of physics in the arena. They decided that, within a hundred-yard radius, energy simply ceased to move.
The 5,000 Void-Walkers were stuck mid-air, frozen like statues in a museum of failed ambitions.
"They... they are all at the Universal Origin Realm?" The Void Ancestor's voice was a whisper now. "Five thousand of them? Impossible! That would require the resources of an entire galaxy cluster!"
"We're very frugal," I said, patting my storage ring. "We save a lot on groceries by growing our own tubers."
The Final Breakthrough: Touching the 15th Realm
The tournament was no longer a competition; it was an execution of egos. One by one, the Great Sects surrendered. They realized that my "pigs" had become the masters of the farm.
As the last sect bowed, the sky above the Genesis Sect began to tear open. A light, purer than any star, descended directly onto me and my disciples.
[Ding! Mission: Dominate the Tournament — SUCCESS!]
[Reward: The Key to the 15th Realm — The Genesis Zenith.]
A golden key, formed from the collective willpower of my 10,000 and the essence of the Zenith Vein, appeared in my hand. I looked at Lian Hua, who stood beside me, her hand glowing with Primordial Frost.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"I've been ready since the potato pit," she smiled.
I turned the key in the air. The universe didn't break; it opened.
[Ding! Host and 10,000 Disciples are ascending to Realm 15: The Genesis Zenith.]
[System Note: You are now the Law. I'm going on vacation. Good luck.]
The physical world faded. We weren't just in a sect anymore. We were the space between the stars. We were the heat in the sun and the cold in the void. My 10,000 disciples became the guardians of reality, each one a pillar holding up the multiverse.
I looked down at the tiny, trembling Void Ancestor and the thousands of new recruits like Prince Zale.
"The training isn't over!" my voice boomed through every dimension simultaneously. "The potatoes won't peel themselves, and the universe won't govern itself! Everyone, back to work!"
In the center of the multiverse, the Genesis Sect stood eternal—a place where any "pig" could become a God, provided they were willing to start at the bottom of the mountain.