1518: C1518 seed selection

C1518 seed selection

3Long Bufan looked around and noticed that at every corner of the plaza, there were two to three black-robed deacon s patrolling. Their strict demeanor suggested that they were on guard against something.2

In regards to this, Long Bufan was a little suspicious. In this empty plaza, at a glance, the most valuable thing was just the bricks on the ground, which were made of the rarest white rock and were extremely sturdy. Even if it was not maintained, with the help of the wind and rain, it would still be able to endure for thousands of years without rotting.

Of course, Long Bufan did not really think that these bricks were precious enough to make so many black-robed deacon guards. If they were precious enough, they would not be made into floor tiles to be trampled on by others. Instead, he had hired a group of masters to carve them into a bunch of art sculptures.

Seeing that Long Bufan had some doubts on his face, Bai Weng also shifted his gaze towards the gigantic plaza, which could hold tens of thousands of people, and said indifferently: "In three months, the five pavilion's seeded selection competition will begin. This plaza will be the selection arena, and in order to ensure the fairness of the competition, our Deacon Hall, in order to prevent anyone from messing with this place and violating the rules of the competition, a deacon will be patrolling here every day, until the competition finishes."

Hearing this, Long Bufan slightly raised his brows, and muttered: "Five Pavilion Disciples's Battle of Seed Selection, huh ?"

Although Long Bufan wasn't the kind of madman who was addicted to battles, being able to fight with the true pinnacle forces of continent of the firmament was rather attractive.

After all, closed-door training did not have much of an impact on one's combat skills. Only by constantly fighting with talented experts would one be able to find their weaknesses and improve them would one be able to break through to a higher level.

Only, what made Long Bufan slightly regretful was that this competition was limited to the disciples of the five great pavilions, namely Fire Scale Pavilion, Golden Lightning Pavilion s, Water Spirit Pavilion s, Wooden Wind Pavilion s, and Earthen Bell Pavilion s.

As for the Punishment Hall s, strictly speaking, they were equivalent to a branch of the Deacon Hall s. The disciples in the hall were also deacons, so they naturally did not participate.

Long Bufan had never come into contact with the remaining superior hall, so he did not know much about them. However, hearing the name of the hall, Long Bufan guessed that those inside should be halls used by Earth Sovereign Realm experts or elders.

Bai Weng's gaze swept across the surroundings, and then stopped on Long Bufan's body. He suddenly asked. "I wonder if you've heard of the Realm of the Fallen?"

"Lost plane?" Long Bufan pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "No."

With that, Long Bufan quietly looked at Bai Weng. He knew that Bai Weng had called him here, and was not just to speak to him.

"The Losing Dimension, is a space close to our continent of the firmament's world. However, because of a destructive disaster that happened in that place during the ancient era, the entire space was turned into ashes, and the entire world is on the verge of collapse. As for this realm, it is named the Landing Dimension."

As Bai Weng spoke, his steps didn't slow down in the slightest as he strode across the plaza. A light breeze fluttered his sleeves as his clear voice slowly sounded.

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