Lan Feilin felt nothing but a strong gust of wind that made her feel like her innards were being churned around with her completely unable to resist it. First, she was sent flying out of the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, then she orbited the Voidsky Flame Pillar a few times. By the time she regained her breath, she had left the pillar and slammed harshly into the ground. Throughout the entire ordeal, her skirt flapped wildly, seemingly almost revealing what was underneath and leaving little to the imagination of those looking. Her hair had been completely messed up, completely unlike the goddess she seemed to be as she slammed face-first into the ground. Following a soul-crushing cry, she helplessly flopped around as her impact slowed to a roll. She had been eliminated from the Voidsky Skirmish!

"Waaaah!" Her spirit had been completely crushed. The harsh fall had completely torn her face to shreds. When she stood back up, she was covered in blood all over and looked like a madwoman. Barely anyone could recognize her from looks alone. She was someone who was the top disciple of the Blueblood Starocean in her generation, and countless others in her sect worshipped her. She had been the hope of her sect that ranked tenth among all other sects. So much was riding on her success, yet she had lost so haggardly. Words couldn't describe the mental toll she had suffered.

"Li Tianming!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, her tongue shaking from the sheer force. The thought of what had just happened was maddening to her. She had so many other tricks up her sleeves, but she didn't even get a chance to show them! Her bountiful chest strongly heaved from her enraged breathing. The thought of Tianming caused the volcano in her heart to uncontrollably erupt. She felt like her injured face was salt on the wound. Physical pain aside, she was suffering the agony of having her confidence completely crushed. Even with her disfigured face, one could tell from her eyes and figure alone that she was a proud and beautiful young woman. Many seniors instantly recognized her.

"Isn't that Lan Feilin from the Blueblood Starocean?"

"You're right! She's a fourth-level constellier, the daughter of the Deluge Emperor. She was ranked in eighth place just now."

"She was a hopeful candidate! Was she really eliminated just like that? Who did it?"

The imperial star ranking didn't remove the names of those eliminated, so her name stayed. While she was still in eighth place, for now, her points wouldn't increase anymore. She would be lucky if she was in the top ten by the time the Voidsky Skirmish ended. Additionally, the red dot beside her name was no more, now that she had left the tomb. Her name was the only one in the top ten without a red dot. Many people were able to tell she had been eliminated based on that alone.

"She already did rather well. Blueblood Starocean is ranked tenth, after all. With three of the top ten slots of the ranking taken up by the Azuresoul Palace, she's already done well to rise to eighth place. As long as she doesn't get pushed out of the top twenty, her performance would be considered relatively successful."

"She was the first one to defeat a thousand people, right?"

"Who’d she lose to? Zhan Yuance? Weisheng Moran?"

The onlookers frantically discussed her. Regardless of her high status, she was still a young junior, so none of the seniors cared about her feelings. It only stopped when the seniors from her sect arrived.

"Sister!" Lan Xingyao came running. Though he seemed troubled, he hid his expression. When he was close enough, he whispered, "Why were you eliminated so quickly? Did you meet a powerful foe?"

There were tens of other seniors behind him. Their leader was a rather pale person whose head was shaped like a shark's. He seemed extremely cold and furious. When he arrived, he waved Lan Xingyao aside and looked at Lan Feilin. "What's going on? Why were you the only one in the top ten to be eliminated?"

Lan Sha was quite unhappy about the elimination, especially considering that the Azuresoul Palace occupied three of the top ten slots.

"Uncle... I...." Her fingers shook from the rage that coursed through her body. She was on the brink of vomiting blood from wrath.

"Who did it?" Lan Sha asked in a low voice.

"It must be Zhan Yuance, right? I heard he's a fifth-level constellier now. That ruthless and impudent fellow... he'll face the music one day," Lan Xingyao said, but Lan Sha's glare made him shut up immediately.

Everyone looked at Lan Feilin—not just her seniors, but those from other sects as well. Her ears were completely flushed red. "Uncle, I was the one who found the Lifesteal Silverdragon in the tomb first. But Yu Ziqian got in the way and allowed Li Tianming to take it. Are you aware of that?"

"Everyone knows about your embarrassing loss. Yu Ziqian of Azuresoul Palace has proven himself rather capable. It looks like he's the sort that feigns weakness to catch others off guard. Does this have to do with them, too?"

"I... I located Whitedragon Palace after that. Within it is the Ninepole Dragonsword Formation. I was just about to claim what was inside, but...." She grit her teeth, wearing a furious expression. The mere thought of what had happened was vexing.

"Whitedragon Palace!" Quite a lot of people had heard her words. That was one of the two remaining palaces they figured would be discovered sooner or later.

"Then?" It didn't take Lan Sha much to figure out that Lan Feilin had been robbed from under her nose again. She was even eliminated, too.

Lan Feilin clenched her fists tight. She was biting her lips so hard that they were about to fall off.

"Look! The imperial star ranking!" Almost everyone in Orderia turned to look at the ranking once more. From a rough glance, the names didn't seem to change. However, Tianming now had seven hundred and fifty thousand points, two hundred thousand more than before, thirty thousand above the second-ranked Weisheng Moran. Right as the others thought Weisheng Moran was about to catch up, Tianming dashed the hopes and dreams of the entire Dreamless Celestial Nation. His score was akin to him having defeated more than seven hundred participants. In previous years, this would be the score of the champion.

"Li Tianming must've obtained another treasure from a dragon palace."

"Putting aside Feng and Lin Xiaoxiao, he obtained two treasures alone. Most people only got one."

"Did the Azuresoul Palace sacrifice their ancestors' remains to an evil power?! How could a second-rate sect get four of the nine treasures?"

"Even the sects ranking fifth and beyond in the myriad sect ranking don't have a single treasure! And the top four sects only have one each!"

Nobody would have believed these results had they been forecast before the battle.

"Even though Li Tianming isn’t that powerful, nobody can beat him at obtaining treasures."

"That's right. I heard he couldn't even resist Zhan Yuance and was pursued the whole way."

If Tianming had taken the treasures with pure brute force, they wouldn't be that shocked.

"Either way, it's a godly score to have. The Azuresoul Palace will no doubt rise in the myriad sect ranking."

"If only there were skyward eyes inside Ninedragon Imperial Tomb... then we'd be able to witness what kind of miracles Li Tianming has managed to pull off."

"That's right! Lan Feilin also mentioned the Whitedragon Palace. Don't tell me...." Didn't that imply that Lan Feilin had been eliminated by Tianming and the rest?