The arena in the center of the City of Immortals was already crowded with people.
This large arena, which could accommodate the fight between True Immortals, had been transformed into a huge stage. The space within a radius of thousands of miles was highly compressed and became an elastic stage with a diameter of less than one mile. The folded space around the stage was surrounded by seats that could accommodate millions of spectators, which were now almost full.
Being in the folded space, when watching the performance, one could freely adjust their position and watch from various angles. Of course, the range of position adjustment would be different for different seats. Those who were invited as important guests usually had a higher level of seat.
And the highest level of seat here was on the rostrum. It was also the place where the representatives of Dixian and Nine Regions cultivators were seated.
When Wang Lu arrived, on one side of the rostrum, the Dixian team was already in place. On the Nine Regions side, He Tu and the other Supremes had already taken their seats. Many of them glared at the newcomer. Wang Lu, this kid, had the youngest seniority and the lowest cultivation base. Because of a momentary opportunity, he relied on his arrogance and was almost late for such an important occasion. How could people not be annoyed?
Especially at today's opening ceremony, Wang Lu clearly shouldered a very important mission, which was the envy of many people, yet he didn't take it seriously!
After Wang Lu took his seat, on the Dixian side, the leader Xuan Mo nodded slightly to He Tu and asked if they could start. He Tu nodded with a smile. Thus, the light in the arena suddenly bloomed, as if a scorching sun was ignited. Although the light was fleeting, it successfully attracted everyone's attention.
When the crowd fixed their eyes on it, they saw that the arena was covered with trees and gurgling streams. And in the embrace of this green mountain and clear water, a piece of flat fragrant grass was the official stage of the opening ceremony.
At the same time, in the City of Immortals, the signboards that were hung everywhere to guide the direction changed their content. The signboards showed the scene in the arena. So that those who didn't have time to enter the arena or couldn't find a seat could see the situation in the arena at any time and anywhere. Although it was not as detailed as the scene, at least they would not miss the main content.
The pedestrians in the City of Immortals stopped and watched.
Outside the City of Immortals, all the major immortal cultivation sects in Nine Regions, as well as the capitals and imperial cities of the mortal world, there were all kinds of magical tools that were broadcasting everything that happened at this time.
For a moment, the Nine States were silent.
In the field, a gentle breeze blew across the green mountain, and the rustling sound rendered a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere. Then, amidst the clear wind, a young cultivator stepped on a flying sword and descended from the sky.
His speed was very fast, and soon he fell from the clouds to the ground. The moment he landed, the signboards in the City of Immortals, which served as broadcasting boards, gave him a close-up.
It was a young man in a red and white robe with a pink short sword at his waist. He was handsome and elegant like a deity.
At this moment, countless people were so shocked that their eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.
"Wang Lu?!"
In Zone A17, a young man who was watching the opening ceremony from a public square almost had his jaw dislocated. "It's him!?"
Regardless of whether they knew Wang Lu or not, they were shocked by his appearance at this time.
The first part of the opening ceremony of the Grand Competition was the leader's speech. Originally, Dixian and Nine Regions should each send one person to speak, but Dixian politely declined, saying that he had no intention of participating in the opening performance. Obviously, for them, this was a farce that was meant to please the public, and the sooner it ended, the better.
However, the Nine Regions side attached great importance to this. Therefore, it was reasonable to say that Supreme He Tu should give a speech on the stage. He was the leader of the Wanxian League and the number one Supreme in Nine Regions who was the closest to Mahayana Stage. No one was more suitable than him. And on this occasion, who else but He Tu could speak on behalf of Nine Regions?
However, at this moment, the person standing on the stage was Wang Lu, the young boy whose cultivation base was only King Pill!
How could he do that?
On the rostrum, the Supremes who had long known that there would be such a scene shook their heads and sighed. Then, they glanced at He Tu, feeling particularly puzzled by the favoritism of the number one person in Nine Regions. No matter how optimistic they were about Wang Lu, He Tu's decision was far beyond the necessary level …
At the same time, under the watchful eyes of the public, Wang Lu restrained his usual relaxed posture and his face became serious.
"Hello, everyone, I am Wang Lu, from the Wanxian League, Lingjian School. I am entrusted by Supreme He Tu to give the opening speech as the representative of Nine Regions. "
With that, he bowed deeply. When he looked up, his handsome face was full of sincerity.
"Standing here is not because I have high virtue and talent. Nine Regions is a big place, and there are many people who are better and stronger than me. When Supreme He Tu entrusted me to give a speech, I once felt that it was difficult for me to shoulder the heavy responsibility. However, Supreme told me that a series of things in the Tomb of Immortals happened because of me, so I should give everyone an explanation. On the other hand, as the chief planner of the Grand Competition, I do have some words to share with you about this grand competition. Therefore, in the end, I still have the cheek to stand here and look forward to everyone's listening. "
His sincere and humble speech gradually quelled the doubts of the people.
Of course, there were also some people who were particularly familiar with Wang Lu. Because of this overly sincere speech, they felt that their gums were a bit sore …
"Brat, your acting is getting more and more realistic …"
On the stage, Wang Lu continued, "Why did this Grand Competition come about? Why did it happen? Everyone in Nine Regions has long known it. I didn't want to elaborate. However, for a while, I found that people have misunderstandings about the Grand Competition. Some people say that the Grand Competition is a struggle for interests. It is us, the later generations of cultivators, and the predecessors of Dixian who are competing for the resources of Nine Regions. Some people also say that the Grand Competition lacks the basis of cooperation, and it is difficult to have any actual effect. Some people even say that the Grand Competition is like a child's play, just a grand farce … "
Wang Lu said, took a deep breath, and then said, "In fact, during this period of preparation, we have publicized it more than once. Here, I will say it again very seriously. The Grand Competition is not a struggle for interests. Whether it is for Dixian or for us, the later generations of cultivators, the real target of the fight is not each other, but those Fallen Immortals who have shaken the Nine Regions countless times. Unfortunately, I can't make a living Fallen Immortal for everyone to see, and it is difficult to win people's trust with empty words. However, as the lead disciple of Spirit Sword Sect and the future Sect Leader of Spirit Sword Sect, I can tell you the story of my sect. One hundred and fifty years ago, Lingjian School really experienced the fierceness of a Fallen Immortal. People knew that the black tide in the Savage Land of Blue River Region was fierce, but that was only the residual poison of the Fallen Immortal in the past. In the battle against the Fallen Immortal, the team of Elders who supported the prestige of the Five Uniques of Lingjian School was wiped out overnight. The golden generation suffered heavy casualties, and not even one out of ten survived. It was also because of this record that Lingjian School still retained the title of one of the Five Uniques of the Wanxian League when it was at its weakest. The rest of the sects supported it, so it smoothly transitioned to today. However, thinking about the fierce battle one hundred and fifty years ago, Lingjian School is still soul-stirring. "
After Wang Lu's words, an uproar could almost be heard from everywhere.
Before that, Lingjian School had never explained the fierce battle one hundred and fifty years ago to the world. The temptation of the inheritance of the Fallen Immortal after killing the Fallen Immortal was enough to make many people take risks. At that time, a few high-level Elders of the Wanxian League who knew the truth fully respected the choice of Lingjian School and did not spread the news that they killed the Fallen Immortal. Now that the truth was revealed, it immediately caused a great shock.
"As a survivor, Lingjian School is very clear about the power of the Fallen Immortal. One hundred and fifty years ago, it was only a vanguard scout who came to Blue River Region, but it was enough to make one of the Five Uniques of the Wanxian League collapse. Moreover, there was no surrender, no compromise, and there was no possibility of coexistence between them. Only one side could be exterminated. This has been proved by Lingjian School at the price of blood … However, if there are two, three, or even ten or a hundred such opponents, what would happen to Nine Regions? How much blood do we have to shed? "
With that, Wang Lu took a deep breath and said, "The group of immortal tombs was established sixteen thousand years ago. It was before the Age of Chaos, the era of immortal cultivation. Now, it seems that the legendary Dixian people emerged one after another. However, under the suppression of the Fallen Immortal, they were forced to go underground from the ground and sleep in the ancient tomb for thousands of years. This is our opponent. They are immortals from the upper realm, with incredible and unmatched magical abilities. They are to us what we are to mortals. In the face of such an enemy, we actually have no more choice. "
"Joining forces is the only choice. It is impossible for any of us to defeat the Fallen Immortals. Even if the two of us join forces, we are not sure to win. However, at this time, going our own way will only make the remaining odds of winning even less. Joining forces, only joining forces is the only way to survive. And this Grand Competition is precisely for this purpose. "
When it came to this, Wang Lu paused for a while and then said with a smile, "Many people have asked me, since we want to cooperate and join forces, why should we design a tit-for-tat stage and increase the anger between the two sides? The reason is very simple, because we and the seniors of Dixian are separated by sixteen thousand years. This period of time is so long that it is difficult for the two sides to understand and trust each other. And trust is never based on empty words. There is an old saying in Nine Regions that goes, if you don't fight, you won't get to know each other. There are also people who say that men communicate with each other with their fists. Therefore, I want to design such a grand competition so that both sides can show themselves to their heart's content on the field. Strength, wisdom, character, and even everything else will be shown. During this period, there will be frictions, contradictions, and even conflicts. But at least we will know each other and understand each other. When faced with a common threat, we can finally put aside our grudges and join hands. "
When Wang Lu finished speaking, many people fell into silence.
Previously, when the Wanxian League mobilized for the Grand Competition, it had stirred up the blood of the cultivators, and the hostility against the Dixian was very strong. However, after listening to Wang Lu's speech today, people could not help but gradually change their view.
Some of the cultivators who had previously questioned the qualification of Wang Lu also secretly felt somewhat convinced.
Just standing on that stage and speaking freely in front of countless pairs of eyes was a rare skill. Not to mention that his speech was logical, well-organized, and sincere, which was really impeccable.
Even many people in Dixian secretly nodded their heads, deeply agreeing with Wang Lu's words. In the face of the threat of the Fallen Immortal, cooperation was inevitable. However, on the basis of lack of understanding and recognition, the so-called cooperation was nothing more than empty talk. Therefore, instead of wasting ten or even a hundred years of time, the two sides cautiously probing each other, it was better to do everything on a grand stage.
Finally, Wang Lu said with a smile, "There is a saying in Nine Regions that goes, 'peaceful measures before force'. Before the two sides pick up their weapons, we have specially arranged a cultural performance, which is also the theme of today's opening ceremony. Because the so-called art is the sublimation and interpretation of life, and the exchange of art is an effective way to strengthen mutual understanding. Therefore, please be patient and seriously enjoy the performance brought by the Nine Regions team! "
With that, Wang Lu bowed deeply to the audience and was ready to turn around and leave. It was just that, when he leaned down, he could not hide the chuckle on the corner of his mouth.
"You have to be patient, okay?"
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