The legion soldiers maintained order, and the spectators began to disperse. Dongbo Xue Ying, Drunk Guest, and the others returned to their own caverns.
On the high platform.
The White Sand City Lord and the others stood up to leave. After all, the three selections of the Calm Sea Prefecture had ended, and there was no need for them to stay any longer.
"Old Brother White Sand, are you going to the Bloodshed God Palace?" King Rong Hai asked.
"Even if it's for his brother Dongbo, he'll still go and spectate." The Ink Cloud City Lord laughed from the side.
The White Sand City Lord grinned, stroking his beard in delight. "Ink Cloud City Lord, you guessed correctly. I'm indeed going to the Bloodshed God Palace to take a look … and see which powerful existence my brother Dongbo will eventually become the disciple of."
"You don't need to worry about that. That little fellow Dongbo is extremely talented," the Ink Cloud City Lord said confidently. The Ink Cloud City Lord said confidently, "He's already this strong in just over two thousand three hundred years. His Mirage Deity Heart and Star Deity Heart both have a chance of breaking through. Under the guidance of a powerful existence, he has a high chance of breaking through to grade one Deity Heart within ten thousand years. With such potential, powerful existences will definitely be willing to take the initiative to choose him. "
"I'm not worried about whether or not he'll be chosen by a powerful existence." The White Sand City Lord shook his head. "If even someone with Dongbo's potential isn't chosen, how many others will?"
On the surface, Jiu She might be stronger than Dongbo Xue Ying, but Jiu She had cultivated for nearly six million years!
His potential was far inferior to Dongbo Xue Ying's!
"What I'm slightly worried about is whether or not Dongbo has any hope of becoming the disciple of one of those three." The White Sand City Lord was filled with anticipation.
"Those three?" Marshal Qin, King Rong Hai, and the others could not help but shake their heads.
Difficult!
"Reporting to Prefecture Master, the Calm Sea Prefecture's selections have ended. I'll be returning to the Bloodshed God Palace first," the emissary said to the Prefecture Master.
"Go, go." The Calm Sea Prefecture Master nodded. The emissary of the Bloodshed God Palace was supposed to report the situation of the survival battle as soon as possible so that it could be sorted into more detailed reports and sent to the powerful existences.
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According to the rules.
The experts who participated in the Bloodshed God Palace Battle naturally became part of the Bloodshed God Palace! Thus, even though many powerful existences would come to spectate the battle, only powerful existences from the Bloodshed God Palace would be able to accept disciples.
"Rumble ~ ~ ~ ~"
A vast river that was permeated with endless fog came from the void. The river surged forward with boundless might. Facing this river, even World Deities would not be able to fly. They had to take a boat to cross it. This river, which was born out of the void, encircled a vast continent in the starry sky. The length of this river was millions and millions of kilometers, so long that it was hard to even count it. Even the Calm Sea Prefecture City, which was as big as it was, could only barely match the width of this river.
There were countless cultivators on this continent.
In the center of the continent was a luxurious black palace. In a garden within the black palace, a black-robed, black-haired old man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. He seemed to have no aura at all, as if he had become one with the palace, the continent, and even the surging void river.
"Master." A beautiful woman in red walked in and looked at him nervously before speaking respectfully.
The black-robed, black-haired old man opened his eyes and looked at the red-robed woman.
"This is an intelligence report sent over by the Bloodshed God Palace. The selection of the nineteen prefectures of the Bloodshed God Palace has concluded, with a hundred candidates from each prefecture. In total, there is a thousand nine hundred candidates." The red-robed woman respectfully handed over a blood-colored scroll, which immediately floated in front of the black-robed, black-haired old man. With a single glance, the old man understood everything.
"Not bad."
"There are quite a few outstanding youngsters in this Myriad Flower Feast." The black-robed, black-haired old man sighed.
"Is there anyone that you want, master?" the red-robed woman asked with a smile.
"Two or three." "The one I like the most is a brat called Dongbo. It's a pity that I didn't take a fancy to him. I reckon that many other powerful existences will take a fancy to him as well. I wonder who he'll eventually become a disciple of. "
"If master wants to fight, he'll definitely be able to," the red-robed woman said.
"His Majesty hasn't accepted a disciple in a long time, so it's unlikely that he will," the black-robed, black-haired old man said. "I'm just afraid that those three will try to snatch him from me."
"Those three?" The red-robed woman was startled.
… …
As the news spread, many of the powerful existences who were about to participate in the Myriad Flower Feast came to know of the young geniuses with great potential. Drunk Guest, for example, was a pretty good candidate, but he was already the personal disciple of the powerful Yu Gong. There were not many who were sufficiently talented but didn't have a powerful existence as a master. Moreover, if one's potential wasn't too dazzling, the powerful existences wouldn't bother fighting over it. After all, it didn't make much of a difference.
Thus, there were only a few people worth fighting over.
Eastern Europe's Snow Eagle was one of them.
Calm Sea Prefecture, Dongbo Xue Ying's cavern dwelling, within a cultivation room.
I hope that I can become a disciple of His Majesty God Emperor during this Myriad Flower Feast, Dongbo Xue Ying thought. However, His Majesty is the strongest expert in the Deity World, so there's not much meaning in accepting a disciple. It's been a long time since he's accepted a disciple … it'd be great if I could become a disciple of one of the three ancestors.
Powerful existences.
They transcended the river of time and were truly eternal existences. Although stage four World Deities were rare, and taking that step to become a powerful existence was difficult, the Bloodshed God Palace still had twenty-three powerful existences! Over the long years, the Bloodshed God Palace had a total of twenty-three powerful existences!
The most dazzling of them all was His Majesty Blood Blade!
The second was the third ancestor!
Only after that were the other nineteen powerful existences.
The third ancestor …
The first was called the Monarch of Destruction. He was originally the Abyss Monarch of one of the layers of the Dark Abyss and one of the earliest powerful existences in the Dark Abyss. His age could even be ranked in the top three. When his avatar arrived in the Deity World, he took in a disciple while roaming the Deity World. That disciple was the current Blood Blade. As an ancient monarch of the Dark Abyss, he gradually improved as he taught Blood Blade. Although his current combat power was no longer comparable to that of his disciple, he was still stronger than most powerful existences.
Furthermore, he specialized in teaching disciples!
Over the long years, other than Blood Blade, he had taught a total of five powerful existences!
Thus, even though he was born in the Dark Abyss, the Monarch of Destruction had an extremely high status within the Bloodshed God Palace. He was greatly respected, and he usually resided within the Bloodshed God Palace's territory.
The second was called Pang Yi.
Pang Yi was one of the earliest savage existences born in the Deity World! During the earliest era of the Deity World, there were many Deity World creatures. They slaughtered each other, and only five of them managed to survive and become powerful existences. They were also known as the Fierce Five of the Deity World.
Pang Yi was the head of the Fierce Five! The other four were at the standard of ordinary powerful existences. Only Pang Yi was much stronger.
The third was called the Bamboo Mountain Prefecture Master.
The Bamboo Mountain Prefecture was also one of the nineteen prefectures of the Bloodshed God Palace. The Bamboo Mountain Prefecture Master was only a stage four World Deity!
According to logic, the longer a stage four World Deity lived, their temperament would gradually change, to the point where they could no longer maintain their original heart! An ordinary stage four World Deity would live for ten billion years, or at most a few billion years. Very few could live beyond twenty billion years.
But —
The Bamboo Mountain Prefecture Master had already lived for five hundred billion years, and was the longest living stage four World Deity. Even now, there were no signs of his True Deity Heart crumbling. Furthermore, his combat power was exceptionally strong, even stronger than ordinary powerful existences! He was one of the three ancestors! In the Deity World and Dark Abyss, there were no longer any extravagant hopes that his True Deity Heart would crumble. After all, ordinary stage four World Deities could only live for ten billion years, but what about him? He had lived for far too long. There were even some powerful existences who had fallen, and none of them had lived as long as he did. Even though he was not a powerful existence, everyone treated him as one, and ordinary powerful existences had to treat him with respect.
Sacred Master Crimson Dust, for instance, had clearly not lived as long as the Bamboo Mountain Prefecture Master.
The three ancestors' combat power far surpasses that of ordinary powerful existences. Dongbo Xue Ying thought, It's just that once their combat power reaches this level, they don't care much about accepting disciples.
"Dongbo, Dongbo, Her Highness Mei Yu has come to visit." Jing Qiu's voice came from outside the cultivation room.
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