The Ancient Barren World was a land of fate. The Noble Path led to all parts of the Eastern Barren Territory.
For countless years, the Ancient Barren World had no fate with the Hundred Lands. Very few people here even knew of its existence. Even if they grew to a certain level, they had to cross an extremely long distance to reach the center of the Eastern Barren Territory.
The Hundred Lands seemed to have been forgotten by the Eastern Barren Territory.
But now, the Ancient Barren World was permanently open to the Hundred Lands. This meant that from now on, the geniuses of the Hundred Lands would have a chance to step onto the stage of the Eastern Barren Territory. There wouldn't be much effect in the short term, but with the efforts of the generations, the Hundred Lands would become more and more powerful.
As such, this voice was of epoch-making significance to the Hundred Lands.
Emperor Luo's excitement disappeared from his face, replaced by an ugly one.
Why had he invited the emperors of other countries to attend the ceremony? Why had other emperors come to congratulate him?
Because his son, Luo Junlin, had obtained the noble fate in the Ancient Barren World and was valued by the Royal Xuan Temple. This required not only great talent but also fate. The emperors might not be willing to let their juniors enter the Ancient Barren World.
But now, the Ancient Barren World was permanently open to the Hundred Lands. This meant that the geniuses of the Hundred Lands would flood into the Ancient Barren World. There would definitely be monstrous geniuses who would obtain the noble fate and be valued by the major powers. Then Luo Junlin's advantage would no longer exist.
Also, with Ye Futian and Yu Sheng's talent, what would happen when they reached the peak of the Dharma Plane and entered the Ancient Barren World? That would be a huge unknown.
Thus, this news was good for Emperor Luo. He and the geniuses of the Nandou Nation could enter and leave the Ancient Barren World freely. However, compared to the other countries, they had no advantage. Some even obtained the same fate as Luo Junlin.
However, to the other seven Heavenly Sons, this was undoubtedly exciting news. They all stood up, their eyes flashing with a dazzling light.
The geniuses who'd heard of the Ancient Barren World also glowed. In the future, their chances of becoming nobles would be much greater. Also, being in the same realm as the geniuses of the entire Eastern Barren Territory would be very exciting. Their stage would no longer be limited to one or a hundred lands.
"We still have to inform the other countries. Farewell," the figure in the air continued. Said the figure in the sky. Without any hesitation, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
Emperor Ye glanced at Emperor Luo, who had an ugly expression on his face. Then, the dragon soared into the clouds and flew into the distance.
"Goodbye, Emperor Luo."
"Since the Tingfeng Banquet has ended, we will take our leave." In three months, the Ancient Barren World would open forever. They had to return to their kingdoms to prepare. Although they had plenty of time in the future, the emperors still couldn't wait.
Soon, all seven emperors left with their people. Emperor Luo stood there with a gloomy expression.
The Tingfeng Banquet ended. The vast crowd was still there, but what was left of the Tingfeng Banquet was a mess.
In the three battles, all the prides of the Tingfeng Banquet were defeated. Some were even killed on the spot.
At this moment, the Tingfeng Banquet, which was the focus of the entire Nandou Nation, did not look like a grand occasion at all. There were only signs of decline. It was as if it only took a day to go from prosperity to decline.
Emperor Luo didn't say anything. In the vast space, there were countless people, but it seemed very quiet and oppressive.
Minister Zuo looked at everything calmly. Looking at the declining scene, it was as if he could see the future of the Nandou Nation.
"Minister Hua," Emperor Luo suddenly said.
"Yes." Minister Hua stood up.
"Prepare to wage war against the Cangye Kingdom," Emperor Luo ordered.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Minister Hua bowed.
"The strongest of the nine battle platforms of the Tingfeng Banquet will enter the palace to be rewarded," Emperor Luo said to the crowd. Although the prides of the Tingfeng Banquet had embarrassed him today, he couldn't ignore his promise. An emperor never went back on his words. He couldn't let the people of the Nandou Nation be disappointed in him.
Now that the Ancient Barren World was about to open, he needed to rope in all the prides of the Nandou Nation. Perhaps someone would be like Luo Junlin and receive a great opportunity, although the chances were slim.
"Since all the prides of the Nandou Nation have come to the imperial city, I will hold another gathering in a few days to pick out the most outstanding Dharma Plane cultivators of the Nandou Nation," Emperor Luo continued. "In the future, it will be held once a year at the time of the Tingfeng Banquet."
It was obvious that Emperor Luo was already preparing for the Ancient Barren World.
The Ancient Barren World was divided into the upper and lower worlds. Only those of the Dharma Plane and below could enter the lower world.
"This year's Tingfeng Banquet ends here," Emperor Luo said. Emperor Luo said. His vast and boundless figure was no longer as excited as before.
Not long ago, the battles of the Tingfeng Banquet were so grand.
However, only three battles had completely crushed the Tingfeng Banquet's momentum.
In the first battle, Yu Sheng, the disciple of Donghai Academy in the Donghai City of the Nandou Nation, let out a roar. Everyone remembered his domineering figure and Yu Sheng's name.
In the second battle, Ye Wuchen defeated Yan Qi and pointed his sword at the West Tower.
In the third battle, Ye Futian killed Zong Yan on the battle platform with his staff and Dharma.
The Tingfeng Banquet seemed to be held for the Cangye Kingdom.
Ironically, everyone now knew that Ye Futian and Yu Sheng were once from the Nandou Nation. They had cultivated in the Donghai Academy's School of the Finance Star.
Emperor Luo had forced them away with a decree. They went to a faraway place and entered the Cangye Kingdom. They were favored by the emperor of the Cangye Kingdom.
That was why the Tingfeng Banquet turned out like this. They were thinking, if Ye Futian and Yu Sheng hadn't left the Nandou Nation, would they have stood on the battle platform this year?
There were no ifs.
They didn't know that at the last moment before the decree came to Donghai City, Ye Futian was still thinking about going to the Nandou Nation's imperial city to participate in the Tingfeng Banquet.
Among the crowd, the people who were the most unsettled were without a doubt those from Donghai City, Donghai Academy, and the Nandou clan.
At this time, in the direction of Donghai Academy, Yun Tianhao's face was no longer radiant. He looked extremely dispirited. The demon-like figure that descended from the sky would probably be a shadow for the rest of his life.
He thought he was extremely talented and unparalleled in the Tingfeng Banquet. He could challenge Ye Futian.
But Yu Sheng's merciless stomp had taken away all his pride and dignity.
After that, Ye Futian crushed the Dharma. He understood that Ye Futian didn't care to fight him.
The crowd gradually dispersed. After a while, the vast space around the nine battle platforms of the Tingfeng Banquet was withered. It seemed especially bleak.
People from all over returned. There were also many high-level Dharma Plane cultivators who stayed behind to participate in the other event that Emperor Luo mentioned. But it probably wouldn't be as grand as the Tingfeng Banquet.
As people from all over returned, everything that happened at the Tingfeng Banquet quickly spread to the Nandou Nation.
Ye Futian and Yu Sheng's names quickly spread throughout the Nandou Nation. Not only because of their dazzling performance, but also because of what they experienced in the Nandou Nation.
The news spread the most ferociously in Donghai City because Ye Futian and Yu Sheng came from there.
In the last two days of year 10000 of the Divine Prefecture Calendar, a decree came from the Imperial Palace and the battle with the Nandou clan. Many people in Donghai City still remembered it clearly and often talked about it after meals. In just over a month, Ye Futian came back and destroyed the Tingfeng Banquet. Then there was Yu Sheng's angry roar. How could it not cause a commotion?
At this time, in a restaurant in Donghai City, many people were discussing the Tingfeng Banquet.
"I heard that it started because of the Crown Prince. That year at Donghai Academy, the Crown Prince wanted Ye Futian to follow him but Ye Futian refused. That's why everything happened later."
"The Crown Prince entered the Royal Xuan Temple and Ye Futian displayed his unparalleled talent. They are both geniuses. The Nandou Nation can't contain two such dazzling figures. Maybe they are fated opponents."
"Two? Have you forgotten about Yu Sheng? My master personally witnessed the battle at the Tingfeng Banquet. He told me that when Yu Sheng fought, he was like a demon. He was practically invincible. "
"Was he really that powerful?"
"Of course. Do you know Yun Tianhao? He's the most outstanding cultivator of Donghai Academy. He's the hope of the academy's future. At the Tingfeng Banquet, he was unparalleled and undefeatable. He challenged Ye Futian and then Yu Sheng went up. He was like a god descending from the sky. He stepped on Yun Tianhao and made him kneel on the ground. Then, Yu Sheng grabbed him by the neck and threw him down.
Yu Sheng didn't even look at him. "After that, Yu Sheng crushed the most dazzling figure in the Nine-starred Glory Plane with one punch. Then, he grew a pair of demon-like wings and fought with the dharma. He tore apart the dragon and roared. Countless people at the Tingfeng Banquet trembled in fear. Some people's blood boiled. You should know what Yu Sheng roared, right?"
Everyone's expression was solemn. Someone repeated Yu Sheng's words in a low voice.
"My name is Yu Sheng. I'm the disciple of Yi Xiang, headmaster of the Donghai Academy's School of the Finance Star, Donghai City, Nandou Nation!"
"How powerful. Just hearing it makes my blood boil. It's good enough that Headmaster Yi Xiang has a disciple like this," the people in the restaurant all sighed.
"That's right. I heard that Yi Xiang left Donghai Academy. I really want to see him."
"I saw Yi Xiang on the day of the Assembly of the Seven Schools. It was on that day that he left Donghai Academy with Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. He's quite the character," a young man said.
At this moment, in a corner of the restaurant, a figure wearing a bamboo hat quietly sat there. When he heard everyone's conversation, his eyes actually became slightly red, but he revealed an extremely bright smile.
"I've lived for so many years and I've been stirred up for once," the figure said slowly. Then, he took off the bamboo hat and said, "My disciple doesn't put in so much effort. Little brat, this is your stupid idea, right?"
Many people turned to look at the person who was talking to himself. The young man's expression changed slightly. He called out, "Senior Yi Xiang?"
Yi Xiang raised his head and looked at him. He smiled casually and said, "That's me."
"Boom!" The restaurant immediately erupted. Countless people stared at the figure in shock. Was he Yi Xiang?
Many people were surprised. Right now, he was wanted in the Nandou Nation.
"Senior, for you to appear here, I'm afraid …" the young man reminded.
Hearing this, Yi Xiang laughed loudly. Then, he turned and walked out of the restaurant. Wanted? How many people in Donghai City could stop him?
"Senior, where are you going?" the young man asked.
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