An unknown amount of time passed before John suddenly felt his descent come to a stop.

In the next instant, his vision returned to normal.

He immediately began surveying his surroundings.

At that moment, a series of system notifications rang beside his ears.

[Notice: The preliminary round of the Myriad Worlds Tournament has officially begun.]

[The countdown begins now.]

[Notice: You are currently located in Plane No. 1 of the Outer Heavens Universe.]

[Notice: Locate a complete Plane Origin as quickly as possible and ensure that it remains intact!]

[Once you obtain a complete Plane Origin, you may break through the world barrier and leave the current universe.]

[Doing so will automatically qualify you for the elimination round.]

[Notice: The current number of participants within this plane is 100,000!]

As the notifications sounded, figures belonging to High Gods from various universes began appearing one after another throughout John’s field of vision.

Countless participants descended simultaneously.

At the same time, waves of Divine Sense spread outward like a surging tide, rapidly sweeping across the entire plane.

John’s position was naturally discovered and locked onto by several of them.

To obtain a Plane Origin here, the participants had to use vast amounts of Divine Sense to search the surrounding region.

They also had to constantly monitor the progress and movements of their competitors.

Under normal circumstances, very few people would recklessly scan strangers with Divine Sense in an unfamiliar environment.

Doing so would only provoke resentment and anger, creating unnecessary enemies.

This place, however, was the preliminary round of the Myriad Worlds Tournament.

Everyone had entered for the purpose of eliminating the competition.

No one cared about something as insignificant as offending others.

Every person present was a natural enemy.

John could constantly feel streams of Divine Sense sweeping across his body.

He found the sensation deeply unpleasant.

His brows immediately furrowed, and a strange radiance erupted from his body.

In an instant, his terrifying Divine Sense spread outward from him in every direction.

Within only a few breaths, it had enveloped the entire plane.

All one hundred thousand participants were included within its range.

As John’s Divine Sense descended upon them, the Divine Senses of the various competitors began colliding and suppressing one another.

Participants with stronger Divine Sense could easily overwhelm those with weaker minds.

They could even block others from detecting them, allowing themselves to remain hidden while observing their enemies in full view.

John possessed the strongest Divine Sense among the one hundred thousand participants.

His presence immediately vanished from everyone else’s perception.

At the same time, he clearly detected several streams of Divine Sense that were far stronger than the rest.

A few were only slightly weaker than his own.

"Interesting."

"In that case..."

"High God Sources—strengthen my Divine Sense."

John possessed an almost limitless quantity of High God Sources within his body.

He could use them however he pleased.

In the next instant, countless High God Sources began stacking upon one another, causing the strength of his Divine Sense to surge explosively.

The gap between him and the others widened at a terrifying rate.

Their attempts to resist were shattered with ease.

Within only a few seconds, John had completely suppressed every other stream of Divine Sense across the plane.

All of them were crushed beneath his own.

His Divine Sense was like an awakened Primordial Desolate Beast.

Through sheer overwhelming force, it tore apart every opposing mental technique and carved out an unchallenged path for itself.

John’s existence completely disappeared from the perceptions of the other one hundred thousand participants.

Meanwhile, it was as though he had placed an invisible eye beside every single one of them.

He could monitor their actions at all times.

This was the true power of Divine Sense.

...

"Cough! Cough!"

Hevin felt as though his brain had been struck by an enormous hammer.

He staggered several steps before finally realizing that his Divine Sense had been forcibly suppressed.

Among those of the same realm, Hevin had always been renowned for possessing exceptionally powerful Divine Sense.

Yet immediately after entering this place, he had encountered someone whose Divine Sense was even stronger than his own.

"As expected of the Myriad Worlds Tournament."

"This place is filled with monsters."

"Fortunately, my luck is the best of all."

"I’m the participant closest to the Plane Origin."

"So what if your Divine Sense is stronger?"

"The final winner will still be me."

Hevin quickly recovered, and a smile appeared on his face.

During his earlier scan, he had detected a Plane Origin pulsing 180,000 meters beneath the ground.

Having made his decision, Hevin raised his hand and slammed it toward the earth.

His arm suddenly stretched without limit like a rubber cord.

It pierced through the stone beneath his feet with ease and extended directly toward the location 180,000 meters underground.

His hand closed around the scorching Plane Origin.

With a thought, Hevin rapidly retracted his arm.

When his hand emerged from the earth, a complete Plane Origin was resting within his palm.

It radiated a dazzling light.

Dense currents of law power revolved around it.

This was the sole item capable of granting him entry into the elimination round of the Myriad Worlds Tournament.

"It seems I am the final victor of this plane."

Hevin stared at the Plane Origin with unconcealed excitement.

At that moment, however, a quiet voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Thank you for retrieving that Plane Origin for me."

The instant he heard the voice, every hair on Hevin’s body stood on end.

He spun around, and his face immediately turned pale when he recognized the figure.

"Damn it!"

"Lyons, why are you here?"

The moment he saw Lyons, Hevin did not dare hesitate.

He immediately activated his fastest movement technique and attempted to escape the plane.

According to the tournament rules, anyone who left the current plane while carrying its Plane Origin would automatically qualify for the elimination round.

"Heh."

"You want to run now?"

"It’s too late."

Hevin was already moving at the fastest speed he had ever achieved.

Yet the figure behind him followed closely like an inescapable shadow.

Feeling Lyons rapidly closing the distance, Hevin’s heart filled with panic.

Lyons was someone even many High Gods of the Shadow Divine Court refused to provoke.

He was known as the fastest High God of his generation within the Shadow Divine Court.

Escaping from him was nearly impossible.

"I don’t know whether my luck is extraordinary or utterly terrible."

"Of all people, why did I have to encounter Lyons now?"

Hevin was only a few steps away from tearing open the plane’s spatial barrier when a figure appeared directly in front of him.

Lyons had ripped through the void and overtaken him with ease.

After all, Lyons was a peak High God who cultivated the Void Law.

Tearing through the space of this plane was effortless for him.