Chapter 1227 The cruel reality
Feng Wanli, however, ignored the gazes around him.
He personally arranged seats for Ye Chen and the other two in the most prestigious positions on the viewing platform before walking up to the center of the platform.
He cleared his throat and simply stood there quietly.
The oppressive aura belonging to the fourth level of the Holy Emperor realm was inadvertently leaked out, instantly silencing the entire square.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to speak.
Feng Wanli's gaze swept across the entire room, his voice booming like a bell.
"The time has come!"
"I hereby declare the Eternal Prodigies Tournament officially open!"
The moment the words fell.
Rumble!
The entire White Jade Square began to tremble violently!
To everyone's horror, the seemingly indestructible white jade ground in the center of the square suddenly cracked open with a huge fissure!
That's no ordinary crack!
Within the crevice, there was no soil, no abyss, but a twisted and swirling chaos!
A massive spatial gate is slowly opening!
Inside the door lies another world!
With mountains and rivers, with the sun, moon and stars, it is a vast and boundless ancient continent!
An extremely dense, primordial aura wafted in from inside the door, causing everyone to feel a chill run down their spines.
"This...this is the battlefield for this grand event?"
"What a grand gesture! They've actually created a miniature world!"
"Come on!"
After a brief moment of shock came utter madness!
Those young prodigies, who had been eagerly waiting and were already itching to get started, all had bloodshot eyes, like sharks that had smelled blood.
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Tens of thousands of figures transformed into streaks of light, rushing headlong toward the spatial gate.
They were afraid of falling behind others!
"Get out of my way! Don't block my path!"
A young master dressed in brocade robes and holding a folding fan, with an arrogant expression, slapped a cultivator who was blocking his way, sending him flying backward and spitting blood.
"court death!"
Before he could even feel smug, a burly man carrying a giant axe glared at him and swung his axe down at him.
"Who do you think you are, daring to yell at me like that?"
The two instantly started fighting at the entrance of the spatial gate!
A violent surge of energy swept across the surrounding area in an instant.
This is just a microcosm.
Almost simultaneously, countless prodigies, vying for the initiative, started fighting fiercely at the entrance before even fully entering the continent!
Various dazzling magical techniques and powerful supernatural abilities clashed wildly, as if they were throwing their weapons at each other without restraint!
The scene instantly became intense!
"Wow! They're fighting! They're fighting!"
Xie Purou's eyes lit up, her little fists clenched, and she excitedly stood up from her seat.
"This is only the beginning, and it's already so exciting!"
You Ruo frowned slightly as she looked at the chaotic and bloody scene at the entrance.
She turned her head to look at Feng Wanli, who was standing to the side, and asked softly.
"Lord Feng, they haven't even truly entered the battlefield of the grand event yet, and they're already fighting here. Is that... in accordance with the rules?"
Feng Wanli immediately bowed and answered respectfully in a voice that only they could hear.
"In reply to the fairy, strictly speaking, it is naturally against the rules."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the figures fighting frantically at the entrance, his tone carrying a hint of the indifference of someone who had been there before.
"But where in this world is there absolute fairness?"
"The Grand Gathering of Eternal Pride is a contest for that sliver of life and that sliver of fortune."
"From the moment they stepped onto this white jade square, the brutal elimination process began."
Feng Wanli's words were straightforward and realistic.
"Even the qualification to enter the battlefield must be fought for through bloody battles."
"Those who can't even squeeze through the door, or who are beaten half to death at the door, have already lost the right to compete for the final opportunity."
"They are destined to be the first stepping stones to be eliminated."
Upon hearing this, You Ruo fell silent.
Her gaze returned to the portal.
A boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old had just rushed to the door when he was hit by several attacks at the same time. He spat out blood and flew backward, his body crashing heavily to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.
The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, was on full display at this moment.
She sighed softly and said quietly.
"That's really cruel."
Ye Chen held his teacup, his gaze calm as he looked at the chaotic and bloody scene before him, a playful smile playing on his lips.
He spoke calmly.
"cruel?"
"Do not."
"This is the fairest rule."
Upon hearing this, You Ruo and Xie Purou both turned their gazes to Ye Chen.
Ye Chen put down his teacup; his voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the two of them.
"The way of heaven is merciless and treats all things as stupid dogs."
"Strength is everything."
"Weakness is the original sin."
“Look at those who rushed in, and then look at those who are lying on the ground.”
"The only difference between them is their strength."
"The so-called rules are nothing more than shackles that the strong put on the weak in order to protect their own interests."
"When you have the ability to break all the rules, you yourself become the rule."
Ye Chen's words struck You Ruo and Xie Purou's hearts like a morning bell and an evening drum.
A flash of understanding crossed You Ruo's cool eyes.
She nodded and said softly.
"That's what Master said."
She agrees with this statement.
The strong are respected, and the weak are preyed upon by the strong.
This principle is cold and devoid of any warmth, but that's just how reality is.
The only way to survive, and to live well, is to keep getting stronger.
Be powerful enough that no one can bully you, be powerful enough that you can make your own rules.
For the first time, Xie Purou's playful expression vanished from her small face.
She looked at the cultivators struggling in pools of blood, and then at the indifferent figures on the high platform.
Her little fists clenched involuntarily.
Yes.
so poor.
But what good is pity?
Can I save one person, or a hundred, or even all these tens of thousands of people?
No.
She suddenly realized that her previous idea of feeling pity for the weak was somewhat ridiculous.
In this world, compassion is the cheapest and most useless thing.
If you want to protect yourself and the people you want to protect, and if you don't want to be used as a stepping stone to be trampled underfoot, the only thing you can rely on is your own strength.
We must become stronger!
Better than everyone else!
"Master, I understand!"
Xie Purou raised her head, her eyes filled with an unprecedented determination.
"Only by becoming strong yourself can you truly succeed!"
Ye Chen nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the changes in his two disciples.
He turned his gaze back to the bloody battlefield, his eyes deep and unfathomable; no one knew what he was thinking.
Outside the portal, blood flowed like a river.
But inside the door lies a completely different world.
