Daegun Province, where Old Master Zhong was from, was surrounded by many other countries. Therefore, there were many people he did not know.
Within the valley, there was a huge open field. It was very big, with a diameter of more than a thousand meters. It was like a stadium in Zhong Shan's previous life.
The bottom of the valley, the center, was very wide and very clean. There were countless stones around the edges.
The mountain walls were vertical. Many stone mountains surrounded this place in the center.
At a height of 100 meters above the mountain wall, there were nearly 50 balconies. At the same level, each balcony could allow 50 people to stand on it. At a height of 200 meters, there were eight balconies, surrounding the mountain in eight directions.
There were eight upper balconies, and fifty lower balconies.
There were already a few people standing on the lower balconies. Their clothes fluttered in the wind, and they looked very handsome. Some of them carried swords, and some of them carried sabers.
Below, in the square, there were almost three thousand people standing at the bottom of the valley.
Old Master Zhong brought his eight foster sons to a corner.
The eldest foster son, Zhong Tian, carried a big rock and placed it in the corner for Old Master Zhong to sit down.
Old Master Zhong sat down gently and looked at his seven foster sons who were at the peak of the Houtian Realm.
"This is the Dragon Gate Valley. The upper balconies are where the disciples of the various sects stand. They are divided into upper and lower balconies. The lower balconies are for the lower Immortal sects or rogue cultivators. The upper balconies are for the upper Immortal sects. Not all of them are here, but they are all here to recruit disciples, "Zhong Shan explained.
Seeing that there were already people standing on the lower balconies, the foster sons were excited. Were those people from the Immortal sects?
"Foster Father, what is an Immortal Sect? What is an Immortal Sect? "Zhong Shijiu asked.
"Heh, Immortal Sect and Immortal Sect are just general terms. As long as your sect is strong, it is an Immortal Sect. It is just the arrogance of a big sect." Old Master Zhong laughed.
"Look at the people below. Do you know what the people below are in the eyes of the Immortal Sects?" Old Master Zhong asked.
Everyone shook their heads.
"Livestock," Old Master Zhong said with a serious look.
"Livestock?" The foster sons frowned and exclaimed in surprise.
"That's right. In the eyes of these immortal sects, these are all animals. The mortals of the mortal world are all animals. The animals that they choose are all people who are constantly evolving in their hearts, becoming more and more advanced. As for us, we are at the bottom. Just like the savages that I brought you to see last time, would you see them on the same level as you? Would you call those barbarians brothers, drink and chat merrily with them who can't even speak? No, these disciples of the Celestial Sect won't either. They are just picking some lucky ones, picking some people who can catch their eyes. Only those who have been chosen will be chosen by them. "Old Man Zhong's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness.
Hearing Old Master Zhong's words, all the adopted sons fell silent.
In just a short while, Old Man Zhong and the others saw that some mortals had already been brought to the lower platforms. Just like the Zhao Family, at this moment, there were two young men from the Zhao Family who had been brought to the lower platforms because of their connections with the higher-ups.
Old Man Zhong waited patiently.
Two hours later, a large number of sword lights flew over from all directions. The disciples of the Celestial Sect stepped on their flying swords and landed on the lower platforms. Similarly, there were also people who rode on other magical treasures. There were also monks and nuns who flew to the lower platforms.
"If you can't be chosen at the beginning of the Dragon Gate Convention, you will have to participate in the slaughter for the disciples of the Celestial Sect to watch. If you're not as strong as others, dying on the spot is an extremely common thing. There are about three thousand people here, and in the end, less than two hundred people will be able to walk out of the valley alive. If you don't want to take the risk, then don't continue," Old Man Zhong said to his adopted sons.
"Father, don't worry." A hint of determination flashed in the eyes of the adopted sons. This was a great opportunity. Were they going to give it up?
"Okay." Old Man Zhong nodded.
Out of the fifty lower platforms in the Dragon Gate Valley, there were already people from different forces standing on 30 of them. As for the upper platform, there was only one person. All of them were dressed in white robes. He stood at the top of the upper platform and looked down with indifference.
Not long after, another group of people appeared on the upper platform. There was a group of golden monks, a group of men and women in luxurious robes, and a group of people in black robes. The four forces had already arrived on the upper platforms.
It was time to start. However, at this moment, a woman in purple robes appeared on an empty upper platform. She didn't have a flying sword under her feet. She just flew in the air.
As soon as the woman arrived, she attracted almost everyone's attention. She was dressed in a purple robe and had many belts. She looked very beautiful. She was barefooted and her figure was extremely alluring. Together with her exquisite face, she was extremely beautiful.
It was as if no beautiful description in the world could describe her appearance. She was too beautiful. Almost everyone stopped breathing when they saw her.
However, her only flaw was that she was too cold. Her face was too cold. Her eyes were emotionless as she looked down at the group of ants below.
Many people on the lower platforms and at the bottom of the valley were looking forward to seeing her. Even Old Man Zhong's seven foster sons who were at the peak of the Postliminary Realm were the same. Only Old Man Zhong didn't look at her. Instead, he looked at the various forces with bright eyes. As for Zhong Tian, he didn't seem to notice the woman's beauty. He didn't pay much attention to her either. He was serving his foster father with all his heart.
The disciples of the four major celestial sects on the upper platforms were the same at first. However, when they saw the woman's face, they shuddered. They didn't dare to look anymore.
The five major celestial sects had arrived. The Dragon Gate Convention had officially begun.
One of the people on the lower platforms was an old man with a white beard. He was the first to speak.
"All Connate Cultivators below the age of 60 and those who are at the peak of the Postliminary Realm below the age of 50, stand in the middle of the field," the white-bearded man said loudly.
As soon as the white-bearded man said that, his voice echoed throughout the entire Dragon Gate Valley.
Everyone knew that the Dragon Gate Convention had begun. All of them were extremely excited.
"Go," Old Master Zhong said to his seven foster sons as he leaned on his walking stick.
"Yes." The foster sons were all excited and immediately ran out.
When they reached the middle of the field, they stood in thirty rows with a hundred people in each row.
There were three thousand people participating in the Dragon Gate Convention. At the edge of the valley, there were about a hundred people like Old Master Zhong. They knew that they had no chance and sent their disciples here.
"Those who are at the Connate Realm below the age of 50, stand in the front," the white-bearded old man continued.
After he finished speaking, the twenty people's eyes were filled with excitement. They separated from the big group and stood in a row.
They were all Connate Cultivators below the age of 50.
Then, the disciples of the various celestial sects on the upper platforms threw different items. Some of them were iron flowers, some of them were small swords, and some of them were small beads. They all landed in the hands of the Connate Realm cultivators.
If they received a small item, it meant that they had caught the eye of the person who threw it. The eyes of the Connate Realm cultivators below the age of 50 were filled with excitement.
"Those who are at the peak of the Postliminary Realm below the age of 35, stand in the front," the white-bearded old man said again.
As soon as he said that, Old Master Zhong, who was sitting at the side, started to tremble. His face was filled with joy.
Zhong Shijiu was only 32 years old.
Zhong Shijiu quickly ran to the front and stood in a row with the other twelve people. Zhong Shijiu's face was filled with excitement. 32 years old. He was only 32 years old.
As expected, the twelve people were also chosen by the various celestial sects. Many small items were thrown from above. Zhong Shijiu received a small wooden sword. He looked at the upper platform where the small wooden sword was thrown with joy.
He was chosen. Zhong Shijiu was chosen. Old Master Zhong sat at the side. His mouth was trembling, and his eyes were filled with joy. The other two thousand people looked at the people who were chosen in advance with envy.
"Alright. Connate Cultivators will fight against Connate Cultivators, and Postliminary Cultivators will fight against Postliminary Cultivators. Choose your opponents and fight separately," the white-bearded old man said again.
"Yes," the participants of the Dragon Gate Convention replied.
Subsequently, the thirty-two people that had been chosen earlier stood in a waiting area. As for the other two thousand people, they split up into different areas and started their own bloody massacres.
It was an absolute massacre. Each of them used their strongest and fastest moves to defeat their opponents. Only by defeating their opponents would they be chosen by the celestial sects.
In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the smell of blood. Countless bloody lights shot up into the sky. Ants. Livestock. Livestock. Livestock. Sacrificing their lives to win the sympathy of the celestial sects? Looking at them differently?
Zhong Tian, the adopted son, couldn't bear to see this happen.
"Ah ~ ~ ~"
In the distance, when Zhong Xuan chopped off his opponent's right arm, a small wooden knife flew over from a lower celestial sect and landed in Zhong Xuan's hand. Zhong Xuan's eyes were filled with excitement. He got it. He got it.
Holding the knife, Zhong Xuan quickly ran towards Zhong Shijiu.
"Ah ~ ~ ~" "Ah ~ ~ ~" "Ah ~ ~ ~"
The screams were endless. Hundreds of people were killed on the spot. Many of them also received small items from the celestial sects.
Zhong Shiba and Zhong Liu were killed on the spot while Zhong Tian was screaming. Zhong Tian's eyes were red and he wanted to rush out. However, he was stopped by Grandpa Zhong. At this moment, Grandpa Zhong's eyes flashed with a trace of sadness. However, he still held Zhong Tian back and endured it.
If you don't have the strength to stop them, you will only die. Moreover, they chose this path. If they quit now, they could come back immediately. However, the adopted sons chose to fight to enter the celestial sects. Immortality. It was too tempting.
After a while, Zhong Di also received a certificate. However, Zhong Huang and Zhong Yi were killed on the spot.
Throughout the battle, everyone's eyes were red. After killing their opponents, they would fight another person if they didn't get a certificate. Until the certificate was thrown away or they were exhausted.
After two hours, there were only five hundred people who were chosen. Only two hundred people were still fighting. All of them were covered in blood and the ground was filled with corpses.
Cruel. It was too cruel.
"Stop." The white-bearded old man ordered.
The remaining hundred or so people were covered in blood, but they unconsciously stopped. Tears of sadness flowed down from the eyes of these heroes of the mortal world. They quickly rushed to the corpses on the ground.
They didn't get chosen. They didn't get chosen. Their relatives and friends were also dead.
It was a cruel scene. A cruel massacre. This was the Longmen Convention. People looked forward to the Longmen Convention. If they jumped onto the Longmen Convention, they would turn into dragons. If they couldn't, they would fall to their deaths.
At this moment, Zhong Tian rushed to the battlefield to find the corpses of Zhong Huang, Zhong Yi, Zhong Liu, and Zhong Shiba.
Zhong Tian quickly brought the four corpses back to Old Master Zhong's side with tears in his eyes and his body covered in blood.
"Sigh ~ ~ ~" Old Master Zhong sighed softly. This was their choice.
"Godfather." Zhong Tian looked at Old Master Zhong.
"Take them away and give them a proper burial," Old Master Zhong said.
"Okay," Zhong Tian said.
At this moment, people flew down from the balcony.
They found the people who were chosen according to their votes. They were scattered everywhere.
"Master, please accept this disciple's three bows." "Master, please accept this disciple's three bows."
Zhong Di, Zhong Xuan, and Zhong Shijiu were in three different sects. Zhong Di and Zhong Xuan were in two inferior immortal sects, while Zhong Shijiu was in one of the superior immortal sects. Fortunately, Zhong Shijiu was in one of the superior immortal sects.
They established a good relationship. Next, they bid farewell to the people who came to send them off. From then on, they would no longer care about the secular world. They would enter the immortal sects and cultivate the supreme path of immortality.
Some people left their newly acknowledged masters first and bid farewell to their families.
Old Master Zhong was leaning on his walking stick at this moment. He looked at his three godsons.
"Limit Breaking Pill. I must ask the immortal for a Limit Breaking Pill."
However, Zhong Di, Zhong Xuan, and Zhong Shiba did not come to say goodbye to Old Master Zhong. Instead, they stood on their respective masters' flying swords or Dharma treasures and flew to the balcony.
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