The Contest Ends, Wedding Day!

Perhaps, to put it less pleasantly, Qin Wang and the others were like the "shrimp soldiers and crab generals" clearing the way for true dragons. The strongest among them would be selected to serve as the vanguard for those true dragons.

This was not really a secret within the Demon Race Plane World. After all, the great sects had not monopolized every slot. They had still released a considerable majority of the slots, giving All Beings hope.

In the past, every few rounds, a dark horse would emerge from among them and obtain an exceptionally blessed great fortune within the Wasteland Secret Realm. Of course, whether they could attain the Grand Unity Supreme fruition was another matter, but great fortunes had indeed fallen into the hands of cultivators with ordinary talent.

"Still, I should be thankful those people won't be competing. Otherwise, I might not have gotten anything good out of Chaos Land. The core Holy Sons of those great sects are all renowned, and their talent must be top-tier." Qin Wang could not help secretly rejoicing. He had originally wondered why, back in Yanjing City of the Eastern Wasteland, he had not seen the other Holy Sons of the Western Extreme Demon Palace, only that fellow at the bottom of the ranks.

"So not every Holy Son is qualified for guaranteed admission. The great sects may have slots in their hands, but not many." Qin Wang could not help speculating inwardly. Otherwise, there was no explaining why someone among the Seven Holy Sons of the Western Extreme Demon Palace had appeared in the competition for Command Flags. It had to be because there was not enough to go around.

"The competition for Wasteland Secret Realm slots is not limited to the Demon Race Plane World. The many worlds within