Dragon Gate Meet

The Great Kun Kingdom where Master Zhong resided was surrounded by numerous other kingdoms. Therefore, many unfamiliar faces were present at this gathering.

Inside the valley, there was a massive open-air arena, incredibly vast, with a diameter exceeding a thousand meters, much like a large stadium from Zhong Shan's previous life.

The center of the valley floor was very spacious and clean, while the edges were covered in countless gravel.

The valley walls were vertical, with stone mountains enclosing the area.

On the valley walls, a hundred meters high, there were nearly fifty platforms arranged on a single level. Each platform could accommodate fifty people. At a height of two hundred meters, there were eight platforms, positioned in eight directions.

Eight upper platforms and fifty lower platforms.

On the 'lower platforms', several were already occupied by people. They were dressed in flowing robes, looking incredibly free and unrestrained, some with swords on their backs, others with sabers.

Below, in the plaza, there were nearly three thousand people, each standing along the edge of the valley floor.

Master Zhong, accompanied by his eight adopted sons, also found a corner.

His eldest adopted son, Zhong Tian, moved a large stone to the corner for Master Zhong to sit on.

Sitting down gently, Master Zhong looked at his seven adopted sons, all at the Peak Acquired Realm, and began to explain.

"This is Dragon Gate Valley. The platforms above are where the disciples of the various Immortal Sects stand. They are divided into upper and lower platforms. The lower platforms are for some lower Immortal Sects or rogue cultivators, while the upper platforms are for the five great upper Immortal Sects. They may not all come, but those who do are here to recruit disciples," Zhong Shan explained.

Seeing people already standing on the lower platforms, the adopted sons were excited. Were those the people from the Immortal Sects?

"Adoptive Father, what are upper Immortal Sects and lower Immortal Sects?" Zhong Shijiu asked.

"Heh, upper and lower Immortal Sects are just general terms. As long as your sect is powerful, it's an upper Immortal Sect. It's just the arrogance that a major sect should have," Master Zhong said with a smile.

"Look at the people below. Do you know what these people are in the eyes of these Immortal Sects?" Master Zhong asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Livestock," Master Zhong said, his eyes stern.

"Livestock?" The adopted sons frowned, surprised.

"That's right. In the eyes of these Immortal Sects, these are all livestock. Mortals in the secular world are livestock, livestock for them to choose from. In their hearts, they are constantly evolving people, becoming more and more advanced, while we are at the very bottom, just like the savages who ate raw meat and drank blood that I showed you last time. Would you consider them to be on the same level as you? Would you call those savages who can't even speak brothers and drink with them? No. These Immortal Sect disciples won't either. They are picking out some lucky ones, some people they deem worthy. Only those who are chosen will be valued by them," Master Zhong said, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Hearing Master Zhong say this, the adopted sons fell silent.

In just this short time, Master Zhong and his group saw that some mortals had already been led onto those 'lower platforms'. For example, the Zhao family. At this moment, two young men from the Zhao family were led up first because there were people above.

Master Zhong waited patiently.

An hour later, finally, large amounts of sword light flew in from all directions in the sky. Streaks of sword light shot in from all sides. Disciples of various Immortal Sects landed on the platforms, stepping on flying swords. Similarly, there were also those who controlled other magical treasures, and even monks and nuns who flew to the platforms in the valley.

"If you are not chosen at the beginning of the Dragon Gate Meet, you will have to participate in fighting and slaughter for these Immortal Sect disciples to watch. It is extremely common for those who are not skilled enough to die on the spot. There are about three thousand people here, and in the end, no more than two hundred will leave the valley alive. If you don't want to take the risk, then don't continue," Master Zhong said to his adopted sons.

"Don't worry, Adoptive Father," a hint of determination flashed in the eyes of the adopted sons. This was an excellent opportunity. How could they give up?

"Mm," Master Zhong nodded.

In Dragon Gate Valley, thirty of the fifty lower platforms were already occupied by people from different forces. As for the upper platforms, there was only one occupied, by people all wearing white robes, standing at the peak of the upper platform, looking down with indifference in their eyes.

Not long after, more people arrived on the upper platforms. A group of golden-robed monks, a group of men and women in luxurious robes, and a group of people in black. Four forces had already arrived on the upper platforms.

It could begin, but just then, on another empty upper platform, a woman in purple robes floated down. She had no flying sword under her feet, simply flying through the air.

As soon as the woman arrived, she attracted the gaze of almost everyone. Her purple robe and numerous sashes made her look incredibly beautiful. Her feet were bare, revealing a pair of exquisite jade feet. Her upper body had an extremely alluring gourd-like shape, complemented by an incredibly delicate and refined face.

It was as if all the beautiful descriptions in the world couldn't capture her appearance; she was too beautiful. Almost everyone who saw her held their breath.

However, the only flaw was her coldness. Her face was too cold, her emotionless eyes looking down at the swarms of ants below.

Many people on the lower platforms and in the valley bottom showed expressions of extreme longing. Even Master Zhong's seven adopted sons, who were at the Peak Acquired Realm, were like this. Only Master Zhong wasn't looking at her at the moment, but instead, his eyes were fixed on the various forces. As for Zhong Tian, he seemed oblivious to the woman's beauty and didn't pay much attention. He was diligently serving his adoptive father.

The disciples of the four Immortal Sects on the upper platform were initially the same, but upon seeing the woman's face clearly, they visibly shivered and dared not look again.

The five major Immortal Sects had all arrived, and the Dragon Gate Meet officially began.

On one of the lower platforms, an old man with a white beard, who looked aged, was the first to speak.

"All those who reached the Innate Realm before the age of sixty and those at the Peak Acquired Realm before the age of fifty, step into the center of the field," the white-bearded man said loudly.

As soon as the white-bearded man spoke, his voice echoed throughout the entire Dragon Gate Valley.

Everyone knew that the Dragon Gate Meet had begun. They were all incredibly excited.

"Go," Master Zhong said to his seven adopted sons, leaning on his cane.

"Yes," the adopted sons replied with excitement and immediately ran out.

They reached the center of the square and stood in thirty rows, with one hundred people in each row.

There were three thousand participants in the Dragon Gate Meet. On the edge of the valley, there were about a hundred people like Master Zhong, who knew they had no hope themselves and had brought their disciples here.

"Those in the Innate Realm, not exceeding fifty years of age, step forward," the white-bearded old man continued.

After he spoke, twenty people, their eyes filled with excitement, stepped away from the main group and stood in a single row.

They were all Innate Realm powerhouses under fifty years old.

Then, from the platforms above, the disciples of the various Immortal Sects each threw down different objects. Some were iron flowers, some were small swords, and some were small beads. Without prior agreement, they all fell into the hands of these Innate Realm individuals.

Receiving a small object meant they had been noticed by the sect that threw it. The Innate Realm powerhouses under fifty years old were all filled with excitement.

"Those at the Peak Acquired Realm, before the age of thirty-five, step forward," the white-bearded old man said again.

Upon hearing this, Master Zhong, who was sitting to the side, trembled slightly. An expression of extreme surprise appeared on his face.

Zhong Shijiu, Zhong Shijiu was only thirty-two years old.

Zhong Shijiu quickly ran forward and stood in a row with twelve others. Zhong Shijiu's face showed extreme excitement; he was only thirty-two years old.

Indeed, those twelve people were also noticed by the various Immortal Sects. From above, many small objects were thrown down. Zhong Shijiu received a small wooden sword and looked with surprise at the platform from which the small wooden sword had been thrown.

He was chosen, Zhong Shijiu was chosen. Master Zhong sat to the side, his lips trembling slightly, and an expression of extreme surprise flashed in his eyes. Meanwhile, the other two thousand-plus people looked enviously at those who had been chosen early.

"Good, Innate against Innate, Acquired against Acquired. Each choose your opponent, then fight separately," the white-bearded old man said again.

"Yes," the participants of the Dragon Gate Meet all shouted.

Then, the thirty-two people who had been chosen earlier stood in a waiting area, while the other two thousand-plus people were divided into different areas and began a bloody slaughter.

Slaughter, absolute slaughter. Each person used their strongest moves, their fastest moves, to defeat their opponent. Only by defeating their opponent was there a chance of being noticed by these Immortal Sects.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with blood. Countless bloody lights soared into the sky. Ants, livestock, this was livestock, using their lives to gain the sympathy of the Immortal Sects above? To be looked upon differently?

The eldest adopted son, Zhong Tian, a trace of unbearable pain flashed in his eyes.

"Ah~~~"

In the distance, as Zhong Xuan severed an opponent's right arm with a saber, a small wooden knife flew over from a lower Immortal Sect and landed in Zhong Xuan's hand. At this moment, excitement filled Zhong Xuan's eyes. I got it, I got it.

Holding the small knife, Zhong Xuan quickly ran towards Zhong Shijiu.

"Ah~~~" "Ah~~~" "Ah~~~"………………

Screams echoed continuously. A hundred people had already been slaughtered on the spot. Many others had also received small items thrown by the Immortal Sects, and

Zhong Shiba and Zhong Liu were killed on the spot by two opponents amidst Zhong Tian's loud cries. Zhong Tian's eyes were bloodshot, and he instinctively wanted to rush out, but he was stopped by Master Zhong. At this moment, a hint of heartache also flashed in Master Zhong's eyes, but he still held Zhong Tian back and endured.

If you don't have the strength to stop them, you're just sending yourself to death. Besides, this path was chosen by them. They could have left immediately, but the adopted sons chose to fight, just to squeeze into the Immortal Sect. Immortality is too tempting.

After a while, Zhong Di also obtained a token. However, Zhong Huang and Zhong Yi were killed on the spot.

Throughout the battle, everyone in the arena had bloodshot eyes. After taking down an opponent, if they hadn't received a token yet, they would immediately fight another person, until a token was thrown down or they were completely exhausted.

An hour later, only five hundred people remained in the arena who had been selected, and only two hundred were still fighting, each covered in blood. The ground was littered with corpses.

Cruel, too cruel.

"Stop!" the white-bearded old man ordered.

The remaining hundred-plus people, covered in blood, stopped involuntarily. Tears of sorrow streamed down the eyes of these figures who were like mortal heroes. They quickly rushed towards some of the corpses on the ground.

Not selected, not selected. My relatives, my friends, are also dead.

A cruel scene, a cruel slaughter. This was the Dragon Gate Meet. The Dragon Gate Meet that people yearned for. Jumping over the Dragon Gate would transform one into a dragon. Those who couldn't jump over the Dragon Gate would fall and die.

At this moment, Zhong Tian immediately rushed into the arena, searching for the corpses of Zhong Huang, Zhong Yi, Zhong Liu, and Zhong Shiba.

Quickly, carrying the four corpses, with tears in his eyes, Zhong Tian, covered in blood, returned to Master Zhong's side.

"Alas~~~" Master Zhong sighed softly. This was their own choice.

"Adoptive Father," Zhong Tian looked at Master Zhong.

"Take them back later and bury them properly," Master Zhong said.

"Okay," Zhong Tian said.

At this moment, people also flew down from the various platforms.

Based on who they had thrown the items to, they found the selected individuals. They were scattered in various places.

"Master above, accept your disciple's three bows." "Master above, accept your disciple's three bows."…………………………

In various places, master-disciple relationships were roughly established first. Zhong Di, Zhong Xuan, and Zhong Shijiu were respectively taken in by three different sects. Zhong Di and Zhong Xuan were from two lower Immortal Sects, while Zhong Shijiu, feeling incredibly fortunate, was taken in by one of the groups of upper Immortal Sects in white robes.

After establishing the relationships, the next step was for the selected individuals to bid farewell to those who had come to see them off, as a way of settling karma. From then on, they would no longer concern themselves with the mundane world, entering the Immortal Sect to cultivate the supreme immortal path.

Some people left their newly accepted masters first to bid farewell to their families.

Master Zhong, leaning on his cane at this moment, was looking at his three adopted sons.

Restriction Breaking Pill, I must ask that Immortal Elder for a Restriction Breaking Pill.

However, Zhong Di, Zhong Xuan, and Zhong Shijiu did not come over to bid farewell to Master Zhong. Instead, they stood on the flying swords or magical artifacts of their respective masters and flew up to the platforms.