Chapter 360
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During the year that Jian Wushuang stayed in the Ancestor's Land, the Nanyang Continent was quite peaceful. Although the battle between Jian Wushuang and Second Holy Master had caused an uproar in the Nanyang Continent, the uproar gradually died down after Jian Wushuang disappeared.
Although the Holy Roman Palace had suffered a great loss at the hands of Jian Wushuang, it was still the indisputable overlord of the Nanyang Continent.
The gate of the Holy Roman Palace was on a huge island, which was named Holy Emperor Island.
In the past few days, the cities around Holy Emperor Island were bustling with activity. Geniuses and experts from all corners of the Nanyang Continent gathered there.
In a restaurant in one of the cities, a large number of Warriors gathered. Most of them were young and powerful.
Two men and a woman were gathered around a table. One of the men and the woman had excited expressions on their faces.
"We're about to set foot on Holy Emperor Island!"
"The Holy Roman Palace is the overlord of the Nanyang Continent. I'm really looking forward to it."
From time to time, the man and woman would exclaim in admiration. Their gazes were also extremely fervent. Only the purple-haired handsome young man remained rather calm.
"Brother Ji Chen, what's wrong with you? We're about to reach the Holy Roman Palace. Aren't you excited at all?" The green-clothed woman asked in surprise.
"The Holy Roman Palace?" The purple-haired youth, Ji Chen, smiled and shook his head. "The Holy Roman Palace is powerful and good at cultivating disciples, but it's also very restrictive. Compared to cultivating in the Holy Roman Palace, I'd rather travel alone."
"Just like Jian Wushuang?" A voice suddenly sounded.
Ji Chen and the other two immediately looked over and bowed slightly. "Elder Qu."
The newcomer was an old man with messy red hair. His face was as calm as an ancient well, and his aura was illusory. He was an expert who had reached the peak of the Saint Realm.
The old man with messy red hair casually sat down at the table. He picked his ears and said casually, "Ji Chen, I know you admire Jian Wushuang very much. Indeed, Jian Wushuang is very outstanding. All the experts on the Nanyang Continent acknowledge him as the first genius in the history of the Nanyang Continent."
"However, there has only been one such super genius in the entire Nanyang Continent for a long time. Although your talent is extraordinary, you are still far behind him. You can't even compare with him!"
"So, what you need to do is to improve your strength step by step. don't bite off more than you can chew!"
Ji Chen listened respectfully.
Elder Qu continued, "The Holy Roman Palace is the number one Sect on the Nanyang Continent. Only the real top geniuses are qualified to enter the Holy Roman Palace and become a disciple of the Holy Roman Palace. Those who come out of the Holy Roman Palace are all real experts!"
"The three of you are the most outstanding geniuses of the Desert Dynasty in this era, especially you, Ji Chen. In today's selection, the three of you have to do your best. Don't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Yes." Ji Chen and the other two immediately nodded.
While Qu Lao was conversing with Ji Chen and the other two, a young man with a longsword on his back was sitting alone at a table beside them, drinking wine. He was not far from Ji Chen and the other two, so he heard everything that Qu Lao and the other two were saying. The corners of his mouth slowly curled into a special arc.
"I set off from the Dark Forest and arrived at the Holy Emperor Island today. What a coincidence!" Jian Wushuang smiled faintly with a strange expression.
Jian Wushuang knew about the Holy Roman Palace's selection. It was the selection of disciples for the Holy Roman Palace.
It was held every five years.
Every time it was held, a large number of geniuses and experts from all corners of the Nanyang Continent would flock to it. They had only one purpose: to become disciples of the Holy Roman Palace and have the opportunity to cultivate in the Holy Roman Palace.
The Holy Roman Palace was the overlord of the Nanyang Continent. Its strength and foundation were even slightly superior to the Danmen's. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the first sect in the Nanyang Continent. For those geniuses and experts of the Nanyang Continent, it was a great fortune to cultivate in the Holy Roman Palace.
It was just like Jian Wushuang's hunting in the Tianzong Dynasty and the Twelve Northwestern Dynasties.
The Easternmost Hunting was only attended by some ordinary ancient sects, but a large number of geniuses from the Twelve Dynasties still fought fiercely for it. It was conceivable that the selection held every five years by the Holy Roman Palace would be a great competition.
Just as Jian Wushuang was thinking about it, suddenly …
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The deep and ancient sound of a bell rang out from the distant Void, reaching the city and the tavern.
"It's about to begin!"
At the instant the bell rang, a large number of young experts in the restaurant stood up successively. For example, Ji Chen and the others had stood up successively.
"Let's go!"
Without much hesitation, these young experts swarmed toward the source of the bell.
In an instant, the bustling restaurant became especially quiet. Jian Wushuang was the only one left, still sitting at the table. He was not in a hurry at all. After finishing the jug of wine on the table, he slowly made his way to Saint Emperor Island.
On the Saint Emperor Island, there was an ancient and majestic palace gate that looked like a sleeping dragon.
When Jian Wushuang arrived at the Holy Emperor Island, he saw a sea of young experts from all corners of the Nanyang Continent. Some came alone, and some came under the guidance of some elders. At this moment, they were all standing in the open space at the foot of the palace gate.
In front of them, in addition to the magnificent palace gate, there was a long and towering staircase.
Those stairs were connected to each other and extended all the way to the palace door at the top. At a glance, there were probably hundreds of stairs.
"Is that the famous Holy Staircase of the Holy Roman Palace?" Jian Wushuang looked at the staircase with a faint smile.
The staircase was very famous in the Nanyang Continent. Every five years, the selection of the Holy Roman Palace would be held on the Holy Staircase.
The Holy Staircase had a total of 108 steps. Each step was oppressed by a strong pressure. The higher one went, the stronger the pressure would be.
The first stage of the selection of the Holy Roman Palace was to pass the Holy Staircase. Only the young experts who had climbed the 108 steps and reached the gate of the Holy Roman Palace were qualified to take the next test.
At this moment, the young experts who had come from all directions were quietly waiting at the foot of the Holy Staircase, waiting for the selection to begin.
Seeing this, Jian Wushuang shook his head and smiled.
"The selection of the Holy Roman Palace usually lasts for a long time. I don't have time to wait for them to finish."
The corners of Jian Wushuang's mouth curled up. Then, he moved and appeared at the bottom of the Holy Staircase.
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