"Haha, I've been stuck at the Second Tribulation Half-Martial Emperor Realm for decades. I've been unable to break through to the Emperor Realm. This time, I must obtain a spot for the Wood True Spiritual Land."
A yellow-robed old man stepped out. His half-black and half-white hair fluttered in the wind. He took the lead and stepped onto a floating island with his sleeves fluttering in the wind. He was in high spirits.
Some of the cultivators exclaimed when they saw the old man.
"Imperial Forest Hermit, he actually came out of the mountain."
"This person used to be an overlord in the Southern Barbarian Continent. He broke through to the Half-martial Emperor Realm before the Endless Sky End Day. It's said that his seniority is similar to the people on the Misty Mountain, but for some reason, he couldn't break through to the Emperor Realm."
"He came out to compete for the spot for the Wood True Spiritual Land. Who can compete with him?"
"Not just Imperial Forest Hermit, look over there. Do you know that purple-robed middle-aged man?
I believe that there aren't many people in the Holy City of Secrets who don't know him. "
Someone pointed to the other side. There was a purple-robed young man walking in the air. His movement technique was graceful and natural. He stepped onto a floating island with just a few steps.
"Great Qian King!
He's actually here too. "
Following that person's voice, many people couldn't help but look over with a trace of shock in their eyes.
The Great Qian King wasn't a legendary elder of the Southern Barbarian Continent, but a representative of the younger generation. He used to be one of the Twelve Saint Kings of the Southern Barbarian Continent.
Before the Endless Sky End Day, there were forty-eight Saint Kings in the Southern Barbarian Continent. They were the Twelve Saint Kings and the Thirty-six Saint Marquises. They represented the forty-eight strongest Saints of that era.
Fukai no Seigoku's Dark Abyss Marquis was one of the Thirty-six Saint Marquises. As for the Great Qian King, he was one of the Twelve Saint Kings.
As time passed, the Twelve Saint Kings of the past were naturally more powerful and terrifying in the present.
The Great Qian King was a Second Tribulation Half-Martial Emperor before the age of three hundred. It was said that more than one Second Tribulation Half-Martial Emperor had died in his hands. He was ranked on the Young Emperor Ranking since a long time ago. Princess Cailin was slightly less famous than him.
"How terrifying. It's not just the Great Qian King. I'm afraid all the supreme existences in the continent have already arrived at Giant Heaven Mountain. Other than the Tianluo King and the Blood Hand King, who have already broken through to the Martial Emperor realm, the other ten Saint Kings are all here."
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The crowd quickly realized that the number of peerless experts that had appeared on Giant Heaven Mountain had far exceeded their imaginations. The mysterious characters that were once elusive had now appeared in droves.
"Damn it, I originally wanted to fight for a spot, but with the appearance of those people, we have no chance at all."
"That's right. It's too detestable. We don't have any objections when the twelve Saint Kings and thirty-six Saint Marquises come out to fight. But those old bastards who have lived for thousands of years already have one foot in their coffins. Why are they coming out to join in the fun?
Shouldn't opportunities be given to us youngsters? "
"That's right, that's right. It wasn't easy for me to become a First Tribulation Half Martial Emperor. I thought that I might have a chance, but now, it's impossible.
There are only three hundred spots. How can ordinary Half Martial Emperors like us compete for them? "
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The entire Giant Heaven Mountain was filled with complaints, and almost all of them were complaining.
The opportunity in the Wood True Spirit Land was related to becoming a Martial Monarch and supreme glory. Who wouldn't covet it?
Some old monsters came out one after another to snatch those resources. The young cultivators who didn't have the ability to compete with them were naturally very resentful.
It was the same in the Painting Pavilion.
Those who could be invited into the Painting Pavilion by the Painting Heart Fairy were either talented young elites or the heirs of noble clans.
None of them were bad in the outside world. For example, Chen Rufeng and Yang Tianque were First Tribulation Half Martial Emperors at such a young age. Their future was limitless.
Originally, with their strength, they had a great chance of occupying one of the floating islands. However, the appearance of those older generation figures had created a great obstacle for them.
Logically speaking, those old monsters who were about to die shouldn't compete with the youngsters for the opportunity.
"Enough, stop talking.
The fairest rule on the continent is that strength is respected. Those who are weaker than others have no right to speak. "
The Painting Heart Fairy glanced at those people in the Painting Pavilion and said coldly.
"Fairy, I don't agree with your words. If I cultivate to their age, I will definitely be stronger than them." Someone stood out and retorted.
In front of such a peerless opportunity like the Wood True Spirit Land, some people already didn't care whether they offended the Painting Heart Fairy or not.
Hearing this, the others nodded in agreement, thinking that the Painting Heart Fairy's words were unreasonable.
"That's right. If we cultivate for a thousand years, I'm afraid we'll be much stronger than those old monsters. Why should we let them snatch our opportunity?"
"I also think this way of competition is unreasonable. The Wood True Spirit Land is the top resource in our Southern Barbarian Continent. How can we give it all to those old people who are about to enter their coffins?
How long can they live after obtaining the opportunity?
How much can they contribute to the Southern Barbarian Continent?
Only when we youngsters grow up can we do more for the Southern Barbarian Continent.
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What Brother Yan said is reasonable. If we let those old monsters compete with us, I won't agree. "
"I want to report to the Heavenly Palace and personally ask the Dragon Goddess. I believe that with the wisdom of the Dragon Goddess, she will definitely agree with our point of view."
"Yes!
We want to report to the Heavenly Palace. We youngsters are the future of the Southern Barbarian Continent. Why should we give the opportunity to those old monsters? "
"Lord Dragon Goddess is a cultivator of our younger generation. I believe she will understand our thoughts. Only when the youngsters are strong will the Southern Barbarian Continent be strong in the future."
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In the art pavilion, many people were protesting. Some people who didn't have any background and influence were also following behind those with power and influence to kick up a fuss.
And it wasn't just the art pavilion. The entire Giant Heaven Mountain Range was the same.
The appearance of those old cultivators had completely squeezed out the living space of the young cultivators. With those people around, it was almost impossible for them to compete for a spot in the Wood True Spirit Land.
Only when the old cultivators couldn't participate in the competition would they have a chance.
"Idiots!
Do you think that the Dragon Goddess and the other Emperors can't think of the things that you can think of?
Do you think anyone can go to the Wood True Spirit Land? Without strength, going there is just courting death.
Moreover, you want to see the Dragon Goddess with your strength? You are overestimating yourselves. "
Painting Heart Fairy sneered. Seeing that the situation in the art pavilion couldn't be suppressed anymore, she didn't care about them anymore.
"Without strength, you should learn to keep a low profile and know your place. Don't do things that are courting death."
After speaking, Painting Heart Fairy stood up and walked out of the art pavilion step by step. She actually walked towards a floating island.
"Fairy's words are reasonable. Speaking with strength is the fairest."
Xi Qianye looked at Painting Heart Fairy's back and smiled faintly. He also stood up and walked out of the art pavilion.