Chapter 1488
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On the top of the mountain, Long Bufan was not in a hurry to leave. He chatted with Temple Master Yang for a while, specifically asking the latter about the history of the Shrine Pavilion and the current distribution of forces.
As Temple Master Yang spoke tirelessly, Long Bufan had a deeper understanding of the place.
It turned out that the island of the Shrine Pavilion was called Tongtian Island, which meant that it was the hub that led to the Deity Plane. The island was divided into two regions, the inner region and the outer region.
The inner region consisted of the three palaces and five pavilions of the Shrine Pavilion. Although it only occupied one-fifth of the island, it was the core of the entire Firmament and Continent. It was a colossus that dominated the lifeline of the Firmament and Continent.
The outer region consisted of the large city that Long Bufan had seen when he first arrived on Tongtian Island. The people living here were the descendants of the many Ancient Martial Arts experts who had come to build the Shrine Pavilion tens of thousands of years ago. After a long period of reproduction, the population had reached more than a million.
In a densely populated city, there were countless Ancient Martial Arts Families. Among them, the Chen Family, the Li Family, the Lin Family, and the Zhang Family were the four Ancient Martial Arts Families with the greatest foundation. Their families' influence had even infiltrated the Divine Hall Pavilion and had the power to influence the Divine Hall Pavilion's internal affairs.
The Zhang clan that Long Bufan had offended was one of the four Ancient Martial Arts clans.
Although the Shrine Pavilion had never interfered with the development of the cities on the island, it had deliberately adopted a system of election in order to prevent one clan from dominating and to encourage the ambition of each clan. Therefore, it had deliberately adopted a system of election. A clan competition would be held every hundred years. Regardless of the size of the clan, everyone could participate. The winner would be able to take over most of the city's resources and maintain order for the Shrine Pavilion as the Castellan.
It was also because of this system that all the clans on Tongtian Island worshipped martial arts. Almost all the men and women had good martial arts skills. Coupled with the superior environment of this place, as well as the rich heritage accumulated by the masters from tens of thousands of years ago, the young elites here were more talented than the Sect disciples of the outside world.
After listening, Long Bufan could not help but secretly sigh. He also felt a little emotional in his heart. Although everyone was born in this world without the strength to truss a chicken, under the congenital conditions, everyone's fate was completely different. No matter how good one's talent was, without the support of powerful martial arts and many cultivation resources, it would be difficult to achieve higher achievements on the path of martial arts.
Compared to those with mediocre aptitude who were born in large clans and powerful organizations, no matter how lazy he was, his strength would surpass most of the geniuses.
This situation was similar to the gap between the rich and the poor in his previous life. Although everyone entered society at the same starting line after graduation, those rich second-generation heirs, no matter how bad their studies were, could easily take up positions, and even set up companies. When they went out, they could drive luxury cars and live a life of luxury.
However, for those children from ordinary families, although they were able to enter society with excellent results, most of them could only find a job, work overtime, and work hard without complaint, just in hopes that the boss would raise their salary. In the end, only a very small number of people could work hard to become rich. Even if they succeeded, the price they paid was very huge and difficult.
The present Long Bufan could be said to be one of those very few people. He had been a small servant disciple of the Fire Stove Workshop, and had barged his way to the Shrine Pavilion. Which one of his experiences had not been fraught with danger? He had even lost his life several times.
But what about those so-called young elites of the Shrine Pavilion? From the moment they were born, they had enjoyed a unique cultivation environment. Their strength was like riding a train, and they had easily reached the Heavenly Body Tier, or even higher cultivation levels.
The difference between the two could be imagined.
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