Perhaps it was because of their fears, but the battle just now had scared them out of their wits.
The Human World was like this without fighting. Everything had its misgivings, unlike the former in the Land World, where there was an unyielding spirit.
Broly had slaughtered his way through the Land World for a million years, but it still didn't change the current situation of the Land World.
If it was in the Human World, they would have surrendered long ago.
After discussing, several Absolute Masters stood up together and headed to the Sacred Mountain of the Central Continent.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang and Moro were floating in the air, looking at the entrance examination that was held once in a century.
The person who designed this examination was quite interesting. They let some disciples dress up as loose cultivators and take the examination together with the disciples of the family clans.
For every examination, it seemed like the loose cultivators entered Fengmen Mountain like the disciples of the family clans, but behind them were their own people.
No loose cultivators could enter Fengmen Mountain at all.
The mortal examination was also very simple. It was just a simple competition. There was no screening of one's potential, nor was there any stimulation of one's potential.
It wasn't even as good as the initial selection.
Especially the under-the-table operations.
There were actually quite a number of loose cultivators who could come here, but without the help of resources, they were very weak. There were very few strong ones, and even fewer were comparable to the disciples of the family clans.
Even if they were comparable, the real loose cultivators would have to face off against the disguised loose cultivators.
Although the disciples of Fengmen Mountain who disguised themselves as loose cultivators were only so-so in terms of strength, they could crush the real loose cultivators easily.
In the arena.
A real loose cultivator named Xin Jiu was the strongest in the entrance examination this time. He was even stronger than the disciples of the family clans.
His skin was dark, and his body had been tempered to the extreme. Ordinary methods couldn't break his defense at all.
Unfortunately, he was matched against a disciple of Fengmen Mountain who disguised himself as a loose cultivator.
The realm and strength of the disciple of Fengmen Mountain exceeded Xin Jiu's understanding.
Clang!
A sword was unsheathed, and it was as fast as lightning. Many spectators couldn't see the sword clearly. When the sword stopped, blood splattered on the arena.
"Exploding Sword!" A disciple of the family clans narrowed his eyes in surprise.
Being able to use the Exploding Sword proved that he had cultivated sword energy.
For a loose cultivator to be able to use sword energy, these disciples of the family clans felt ashamed of their inferiority.
"The rogue cultivators this year are too strong. I'm not a match for either of them!" A young girl from a large clan touched her accessories with a worried expression.
An old man standing behind her smiled and said, "Entering Feng Men Mountain is not all about strength. Look at that Xin Jiu, isn't he quite unlucky?"
Thinking of this, the girl was not happy. Instead, she said regretfully, "With such strength, and being a rogue cultivator, it would be a pity if he didn't enter Feng Men Mountain!"
Most of these disciples had only been born a hundred years ago, so they didn't know much about this world. Naturally, they didn't know about Feng Men Mountain's methods.
However, the old man knew that he had once walked this path as well. However, he did not become an immortal. He cultivated on Feng Men Mountain for a hundred thousand years before leaving the mountain.
Returning to the clan to teach the younger generation.
Hearing the young girl's words of pity, the old man was stunned for a moment. He was surprised by human nature. Then, his expression returned to normal. He thought of something and lectured, "It's natural selection. There's nothing to feel pity about. They can't enter. This is fate. It can't be changed!"
"Oh!" The young girl nodded. She didn't think much of it.
However, the seed of fate was buried in the bottom of her heart.
The battle in the arena was basically one-sided. Few of the disciples sighed. Most of them just sat on the mountain and watched the tigers fight.
However, the rogue cultivators frowned when they saw this.
A rogue cultivator who was not weak said in a low voice, "The guy with the sword is too ruthless. We are all rogue cultivators. Is there a need to do this?" “
"It's a pity for Brother Xin Jiu. I thought he would definitely enter Feng Men Mountain this time. I didn't expect a sword expert to appear halfway!"
"It's nothing. There's always someone better. At least this time, out of the ten spots, four of us rogue cultivators will enter Feng Men Mountain. In the past, it was two or at most three. It seems that we rogue cultivators will be better in the future!"
When the rest of the rogue cultivators heard this, they also felt a trace of comfort in their hearts. They opened their mouths one after another and said, "Yes, yes. Those family disciples only have more resources than us. If everyone had the same resources, they might not even be able to get a few spots out of the ten!"
In midair, Jian Wushuang watched all this and shook his head silently.
This kind of hope that didn't exist made people collapse the most.
Moro's eyes revealed a trace of murderous intent as he watched from the side.
"Why? Even you, a demonic path powerhouse, can't stand it anymore?" Jian Wushuang was a little surprised. Moro Country walked the demonic path. This Grand Elder Moro was naturally a demonic path powerhouse too.
But Moro shook his head and said, "Young Lord, you're wrong!"
Wrong?
Jian Wushuang was a little confused and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"
He really wanted to hear the logic of this Moro Country's Grand Elder!
"Young Lord, do you know where we demonic path cultivators were born?" Moro sighed and said, "Almost all of us are rogue cultivators. Some of the family disciples walked the demonic path because of the injustice of the family!"
They weren't born demonic path cultivators, nor were they heartless. In fact, they were the same as the righteous path. It was just that their paths were different.
"The family's injustice will be judged by the family head and the family head. But who will judge the injustice of those rogue cultivators?"
The more Moro spoke, the angrier he became. Some traces of blood appeared in his eyes.
"It's not that we wanted to walk the demonic path, but we were forced to do so. If we don't become a powerhouse, we'll be bullied. Mortals fight for food, cultivators fight for treasures. Even mortal forces have kings in the world, let alone cultivators!"
One person could rise to the heavens!
Usually, when a powerhouse appeared in a family, he would be able to rise to the top forces and dominate the entire family with his strength alone.
This was also why people would gather together no matter where they went.
A person's strength was limited, but the strength of a group of people was unlimited.
The Earth Realm might eventually step on the path to the Mortal Realm, but not now.
The Mortal Realm's fate had already been decided. Rogue cultivators would never be able to stand out.
When Moro said this, he recalled himself in the past.
This was the past of Moro Country.
Jian Wushuang listened carefully and was also shocked. At the same time, he admired Moro a lot.
That was an era of hunger and cold.
Moro was born in a dilapidated stone temple. His beggar mother was violated by another beggar and gave birth to him.
However, that beggar ran away long ago, leaving his mother to raise him alone.
Unfortunately, his mother lost too much blood when giving birth to him and froze to death in the stone temple a month later.
Moro was saved by an old monk in the stone temple.
(End of Chapter)
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