Strange Illusory Realm

The moment Bai Fengyu said this, a sharp gleam flashed through Chen Fan's eyes.

That was right.

If they were merely testing everyone's individual strength, there would have been no need for a third round at all.

The ranking matches of the second round could have directly selected the top two hundred martial artists!

"The Sacred Hall truly has tremendous audacity!"

Chen Fan could not help but marvel inwardly.

For such an important competition, the Sacred Hall's selection process was not based entirely on strength and talent!

"Wait, speaking of luck..."

Chen Fan's brows twitched as his gaze swept over the martial artists before him one by one.

Could there be people among them like himself—Children of Fate favored by destiny?

Perhaps some of them were not strong enough, nor talented enough, yet were favored by the Heavenly Dao and could turn the impossible into possible!

Of course, the fate of a Child of Fate was perilous.

More often than not, they might perish amid even greater dangers.

But there would certainly also be Children of Fate who could repeatedly escape danger and survive until the very end!

"Talent has never been the only measure of a person's upper limit..."

"To those great figures, even if the risks are enormous, Children of Fate are undoubtedly more worth cultivating than ordinary geniuses!"

Chen Fan licked his lips, his blazing gaze roaming in all directions.

With his divine sense suppressed, it could only cover a small range of the martial artists present.

It was difficult for him to tell from appearances whether there were other Children of Fate among them.

"I wonder how Chen Tiangan and his daughter saw back then that destiny favored me..."

As his thoughts turned.

The third round officially began as well.

A ray of glowing light flickered