Reborn with Infinite System Points, I Gathered All SSS Classes!

Chapter 332: Chapter332-After the Tournament Begins

"Greetings, Sovereign."

"Thank you for escorting us, Holy Spirit Sovereign."

Everyone bowed and offered their greetings.

Holy Spirit Sovereign smiled faintly.

"Good. Everyone is here."

"Let us depart."

He extended a hand from beneath his broad sleeve.

An irresistible force surged forth and drew every powerhouse into his palm.

John felt the surrounding environment change abruptly.

The starry sky transformed into a hazy, indistinct space.

Looking outward, he could see countless strange and magnificent scenes flashing past at astonishing speed.

He watched the vast and boundless starry sky rapidly shrink—

Until it became nothing more than countless grains of sand.

"Even the endless starry sky is merely sand..."

"Do those countless grains represent the numerous layered universes and space-time universes?"

The grains of sand within his vision continued shrinking until they finally converged into a luminous river.

Countless profound and mysterious patterns of law intertwined across its surface, twisting and condensing like innumerable serpents of light surging beneath the water.

"The River of Space-Time..."

John’s gaze sharpened.

This was the River of Space-Time.

And there was not merely one.

Countless Rivers of Space-Time flowed alongside one another, representing the innumerable layered universes and timelines that existed simultaneously.

The vastness of the myriad universes far exceeded anything John had imagined.

Within his vision, Holy Spirit Sovereign’s body became incomparably majestic, even larger than the entire River of Space-Time.

He raised one leg and stepped across the river.

With only a single, effortless stride—

John’s vision changed once more.

The River of Space-Time expanded until it was vast beyond measure. Then the layered cosmic starfields reappeared, and finally, they returned beneath a familiar expanse of stars.

"We have arrived."

Holy Spirit Sovereign’s calm voice rang out.

He waved his hand, and the many High Gods reappeared before him.

Their faces were filled with disbelief.

It was as though they had witnessed an incomprehensible miracle.

Only now did they truly understand that their cultivation was no more than that of children in the eyes of a Peak Sovereign.

With a single casual step, this mighty existence had crossed hundreds of millions of light-years.

Holy Spirit Sovereign smiled.

"We have reached the outskirts of Celestia Universe."

"We need only wait here for three days."

"During these three days, you are not to go anywhere, act without permission, or come into contact with unfamiliar powerhouses."

"Focus on tempering yourselves."

The many High Gods answered in unison,

"Yes, Holy Spirit Sovereign."

Everyone stood within the void and turned their gazes toward the ancient Celestia Universe.

A heavy aura of death permeated the surrounding starfield.

The universe had already reached the end of its lifespan. Ash-like tribulation dust covered every inch of space, making it resemble a forgotten corpse abandoned in some distant corner, devoid of all vitality.

For the Spirit of the Great Dao to choose this place as the tournament’s first venue could be considered an efficient use of its remaining value.

Celestia Universe was destined to perish regardless.

It mattered little if the High Gods dismantled it completely.

In the distance, several other Peak Sovereign-level pressures faintly appeared.

Like Holy Spirit Sovereign, the mighty existences of the other factions had personally escorted their participants to this place.

The factions maintained a tacit distance from one another.

None wished to provoke an unnecessary conflict before the tournament had even begun.

Holy Spirit Sovereign raised his hand and summoned a treasure.

At first, the object was only the size of a fist.

Yet it expanded rapidly in the wind, transforming in an instant into an incomparably vast temporary plane.

"Enter this place for now and await the arrangements of the Spirit of the Great Dao," Holy Spirit Sovereign instructed.

Everyone transformed into streaks of light and flew inside.

John entered as well, accompanied by the three women of Valhalla.

He silently pondered,

"It seems almost impossible for independent cultivators to participate in this tournament."

"The distance is simply too great."

"Without the intervention of a Peak Sovereign, there is no way to reach this place within such a short period."

"For solitary High Gods to cross such a distance using only their own strength is practically impossible."

When John had chosen to join Skyvault Consortium, he had never considered that it would provide so many invisible benefits.

Exclusive transportation.

Personal lectures from great powerhouses.

Shared intelligence.

Pre-tournament guidance.

How could independent cultivators possibly enjoy such treatment?

After entering the plane, John found that its environment was no different from that of an ordinary Free Plane.

He immediately summoned the Thunder Origin Sanctum and invited the three women of Valhalla inside.

He also released the players who were still at the demigod grade.

"Where is this place? The energy here is so dense!"

The moment Gregor appeared, he took a deep breath, his face filled with astonishment.

"This place is unbelievably large... My Divine Sense cannot even detect its boundaries," Fiona said with a frown.

"Guild Leader, where are we now?" Aldous asked as he turned toward John.

John smiled faintly and answered calmly,

"This is my mobile sanctum, the Thunder Origin Sanctum."

"There are still three days before the Myriad Worlds Tournament officially begins."

"We are currently inside Holy Spirit Sovereign’s portable plane, so I summoned the sanctum here to provide everyone with a place to rest and cultivate."

"Remain here without concern and wait for further developments."

"Understood, Guild Leader," everyone answered in unison.

They immediately scattered and began exploring the sanctum with the excitement of people discovering an entirely new continent.

John paid them no further attention.

Instead, he began exchanging insights regarding the laws with the three women of Valhalla, using their respective comprehension to verify and refine his own.

Not long afterward—

Floating oval-shaped stone platforms silently appeared throughout the void surrounding Celestia Universe.

From a distance, each appeared to be only several dozen meters wide.

Yet within the perception of powerful beings, every platform extended across hundreds of thousands of miles.

A hazy radiance covered the stone platforms.

They had appeared without the slightest warning, as though they had grown directly from the void.

Immediately afterward, the whisper of the Spirit of the Great Dao simultaneously rang within everyone’s consciousness.

"The activities scheduled for the three days before the official beginning of the Myriad Worlds Tournament are as follows."

"Day One: Warm-Up Arena."

"Only demigod-grade powerhouses may participate in the battles. The event will last for one day."

"The betting system will open simultaneously."

"Treasures may be exchanged for Originstones, which may then be used for wagers. There is no upper betting limit."

"Each wager applies to only one match and will be settled immediately after that match concludes."

"Day Two: Trial Stages."

"Only High God-level powerhouses may participate."

"All High Gods may challenge the stages. Those who rank near the top will receive a small number of Myriad Worlds Tournament invitations as rewards."

"The event will last for one day."

"Day Three: Exchange Secret Realm."

"Participation requires Originstones. Treasures may be exchanged for Originstones before entering."

The transmission ended abruptly.

It had been brief and clear.

After listening, a sharp gleam flashed through John’s eyes.

It was exactly as Holy Spirit Sovereign had explained.

There would be a different activity on each of the three days.

The first day featured arena battles between demigods, with betting available.

The second day involved trial stages for High Gods, which likewise offered rewards.

The third day would open the Exchange Secret Realm.

The schedule for all three days was completely full.

At least they would not be bored.

"What would happen if I created a demigod-grade puppet avatar?"

The moment the thought appeared, John attempted to register.

However, the rules of the Spirit of the Great Dao immediately rejected him.

[Ding! Your strength has reached the High God level. You cannot participate in the Warm-Up Arena.]

So much for that.

As expected, the loophole had already been closed.

John smiled indifferently and turned toward the group of demigod-grade players beside him.

"Do you want to participate?"