After all, the Chosen One had to inherit the fortune of an entire star region; there was no way around them.
It had been the same in ancient times. Back then, trials were truly nothing but trials.
Because the real battles took place within the Star River Cosmos, not the Demon Domain.
What use was all your slaughter otherwise?
But once the Great Age arrived, every star region would secretly cultivate its own Chosen One, then send them into the Star River Cosmos to fight after they had been nurtured.
Thus, the original cultivation and trials had now taken on a different flavor.
Once interests became entangled, change was inevitable.
That was what had created the present situation. Who cared what damned Chosen One you were? As long as you were not one of ours, we would oppose you and use every possible means to kill you.
Once you were dead, the prodigy of our own faction could go out and contend.
Every major Golden Immortal faction wanted the Chosen One to emerge from its own ranks. That way, the fortune of the entire Demon Domain could gather within its faction.
But now, some Golden Immortal factions had already seen things clearly.
Ye Lin truly was the best possible candidate.
Most importantly, Ye Lin was a Rogue Cultivator. He did not come from any Golden Immortal faction and would not favor anyone.
Moreover, they had already witnessed his talent and combat strength.
They had seen them, certainly, but some people simply could not bring themselves to swallow their pride.
They sat high above, watching the world rise and fall. They would never bow their heads to a junior.
Once people grew accustomed to standing high above, they no longer wished to come down.
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