“Elder Gongsun, then it is clear that we must not provoke the Xiao Clan—they cannot be counted as enemies. Yet I am very curious: what kind of person was this son of the Supreme Divine Emperor, Xiao Jian?” The middle‑aged woman’s voice remained calm, though her gaze betrayed a curiosity she could not conceal. The figure she mentioned had become the central topic—not only because of his lineage, but because of what he had quietly accomplished. Her eyes focused on a point in the air, as if imagining the one named and trying to grasp the presence now spoken of by every great power. For her, merely knowing the name Xiao Jian was insufficient. She wanted more than his title or achievements. She wondered how someone could advance so far without leaving a trace detectable by the galaxy’s major powers. Was it because of protection from the Supreme Divine Emperor, or because his power defied ordinary logic? “Fifth Celestial,” Elder Gongsun replied, “I expect that soon the name will be h

The atmosphere shifted instantly. What was once calm turned tense; every gaze grew sharper, every breath felt quicker. The air that had been filled only with soft conversations and calm glances was now saturated with an uninvited pressure. For those hungry for breakthroughs, those ten spots were more valuable than all the treasures in the galaxy. Some immediately stood from their seats, preparing observation artifacts; others opened their divine rings to check the number of divine stones they possessed. Several had already begun silent communications with their groups, forming strategies to win the gamble that was about to begin. The Heavenly Pavilion had turned into a battlefield yet to erupt. Mental pressure and strategic auras filled each floor like shadowy armies. Even the Elders, who usually upheld calm, now looked on with alertness and deep interest, while streams of silent communication between factions and great clans surged throughout. “Now, I invite the esteemed authoriti

All eyes immediately turned toward him. The man wasn’t anyone important among the big names of the galaxy, but his bravery immediately elevated his presence. He knew the risks, but he didn’t hesitate. The Eighth Celestial looked at the executioner. “Cut!” The executioner nodded, then swung his large sword. BAANG!!! The stone, as large as a hill, was chopped up like minced meat. The swing appeared light, but the power behind it made the mini-earth around the stone tremble slightly. But after the stone was cut, no Nirvana Crystal was found. “You were unlucky,” said the Eighth Celestial. The middle-aged man’s face showed no change. He merely nodded briefly, then stepped back. There were no excessive signs of disappointment, no overbearing emotional reactions. Yet, beneath his calm exterior, everyone knew that seventy million high-grade Divine Stones had vanished in the blink of an eye. “I’ll try again!” A voice came from another direction, quickly followed by more people moving.

“Congratulations to the guest on the two-hundredth floor. You have obtained twenty-two Nirvana Crystals,” said the Eighth Celestial in a flat tone, though he couldn’t fully hide his surprise. His voice was calm—neither trembling nor raised—but behind the calm he tried to maintain, there was a subtle fluctuation in the dimensional pressure around him, signaling that even the Eighth Celestial could not entirely conceal the waves of shock from what he had just witnessed with his own eyes. Xiao Tian received the Nirvana Crystals without the slightest change in expression. As the crystals landed in his hand, a faint vibration, almost undetectable to anyone but himself, spread from his palm to the depths of his dantian. It was no ordinary resonance—it carried a gentle warmth that flowed with precision, as if it had recognized Xiao Tian’s body as a rightful vessel, encountering no resistance whatsoever. The extremely soft Nirvana energy slowly seeped in. It didn’t surge, didn’t jolt, but

The Fifth Celestial, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke softly but firmly. “Brother Sixth, you’re indeed the sharpest when it comes to formations. But what surprises me is that he can identify every stone that contains a Nirvana Crystal. Perhaps the person we’ve been searching for is already before us.” That sentence carried more weight than most could imagine. Very few knew that these three Celestials had been searching for a specific individual for a long time—someone with a unique observational technique. Someone capable of perceiving the hidden layers within high-level formations, even those created by the Heavenly Pavilion itself. They exchanged glances and nodded slowly. Indeed, they had been looking for someone with special observational powers. The fact that Xiao Tian could discern the contents of stones concealed by the Pavilion’s formation was a clear sign. Especially since the concealment formations used in the miniature world were no ordinary ones—th