“Casper, it seems that you didn’t slack off at all in the past few months,” Xander thought.
At that time, Omar’s voice sounded, “That’s right! This time, the place for the selection is in Elenion, the City of Ruins.”
When he mentioned Elenion, Omar appeared solemn.
Not only Omar, but the few people present did not make any unnecessary noise, and there was a trace of reverence in their eyes.
Not only the disciples of the Heavenly Stars Sect, but the cultivators of the entire Earlington of Efrax were all familiar with the allusions of Elenion.
There used to be six Heavenly Spirit Realm-level individual cultivators.
To stop the shapeshifting demon from killing mortals, they joined hands and sacrificed themselves despite being at their zenith.
With their flesh and blood, the cultivators turned into countless godly thunder, forming a moat that could not be passed through, blocking the shapeshifting demon and the army of tens of thousands of monsters.
The godly thunder lasted for six days before disappearing.
By the time they stopped, the shapeshifting demon and the army of monsters lost the best time to attack.
Since then, millions of mortals in the original Elenion could escape.
The feats of these six individual cultivators were worthy of every cultivator’s remembrance.
“Elenion was bombarded by thunder back then, leaving only ruins now.
I can’t understand why they chose that place for selection,” Omar said after a while.
Caspian pondered for a moment and replied, “Maybe because it’s a ruin, causing the terrain to be more complicated.
After all, the battle of cultivators won’t always be in the wild.”
Xander chimed in, “Casper’s words are reasonable.
After all, this isn’t a ranking competition within the sect but to choose suitable disciples for the nation’s official religion election.
The nation’s official religion election will be held in the capital of Earlington of Efrax, so it’s not ruled out that there’ll be a competition in the city at that time.”
After Xander’s explanation, everyone also thought it made sense.
“But in what method?” Caspian asked, looking at Xander.
Xander’s teacher was Leonard, and Caspian did not believe that Xander only knew as much information as other ordinary disciples.
When Xander saw Caspian looking at him, he knew what the other party thought.
Then, Xander laughed awkwardly, saying, ”Don’t look at me that way.
I don’t know as much as you think l do.
As written in the bulletin board, there’ll be nine tokens in Elenion at that time, and the disciples who get them will be able to represent the Heavenly Stars Sect in the nation’s official religion election.
As for what’s the method or items… Well, I genuinely don’t know anything, and everything will be revealed before the competition starts in seven days.”
“The competition starts in seven days…” Caspian swept his gaze across everyone, “So the next few days are for us to prepare?”
“There’s nothing to prepare for,” Omar pouted, “We’re absolutely not allowed to bring in illegal things, and everything depends on our own strength.
As long as we’re strong enough, we can just crush it directly.”
Omar finally said such domineering words, and everyone instantly looked at him with admiration.
Today’s announcement did not give much information, and the specific rules would not be announced until seven days later.
Therefore, the disciples who were interested in winning the nine quotas all planned to retreat and cultivate for the next seven days.
After all, such an opportunity was rare.
If they could represent the Heavenly Stars Sect in the nation’s official religion election, it would not only be glorious but also a manifestation of strength and potential.
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