Chapter 823: 823
“The Battle of the Nine Countries’ Talents has begun anew. Are the Nine Countries about to undergo a drastic change?”
“This is an unprecedented grand event, like a fierce blaze about to sweep across the entire Nine Countries.”
“As a talent of my family, I naturally must take part, striving to rank within the top hundred!”
“Stop boasting. Every talent from the Nine Countries will participate. There are so many people. Forget about making it into the top hundred, even the top ten thousand will be difficult.”
“It’s said that this Battle of the Nine Countries’ Talents is different from before, but I don’t know in what way.”
“It seems they want to select the ten kings, that is, the strongest ten talents.”
“Is there any particular detail about these ten kings?”
“Not clear. It might have something to do with the Seven Seas.”
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The news of the Battle of the Nine Countries’ Talents had almost overnight set the entire Nine Countries abuzz.
On just the first day it opened for life-saving registrations, an extraordinarily large number of people went to sign up for participation.
Among the great clans and major forces, many geniuses who had been in seclusion for years emerged, as well as some recluses, all to partake in the Battle of the Nine Countries’ Talents.
Of course, many were well aware that in this Battle of the Nine Countries’ Talents, the ones who would ultimately stand out were probably the talents from the Upper Three Countries.
For the others, managing to fortuitously enter the top thousand would already be quite an achievement. If they could break into the top hundred, they would probably have to burn high incense in thanks.
The talents of the Upper Three Countries were too terrifying, especially those born into the great families and major forces. They had not only excellent innate talents but also the guidance of famous teachers and the nurturing of vast resources. The inherent advantages were simply too great.
Essentially everyone agreed that the final ten kings would all hail from the Upper Three Countries, and a few individuals were already tacitly considered one of the ten kings.
It’s not to say that the Middle and Lower Three Kingdoms wouldn’t produce dazzling talents, but the chances were simply too slim. The Middle Three Kingdoms might still have one or two extremely powerful individuals, but for the Lower Three Kingdoms, those so-called talents would probably just end up as foils for others.
Of course, in the history of the Battle of the Nine Countries’ Talents, there had also been unknowns who emerged as one of the strongest, an underdog’s comeback.
But such occurrences were too few and far between. Due to environmental factors, the true talents largely came from the Upper Three Countries.
In a village in a wilderness area of the Nine Countries, a robust young man with an ax for cutting firewood on his back, under the watchful eyes of the villagers, waved at them with a sincere smile and confidence. He then left the village and headed towards an unpredictable future.
In another location, surrounded by ancient and desolate graves, there stood a thatched cottage.
Inside the cottage, an old man and his granddaughter lived.
“Go, participate in that Battle of the Nine Countries’ Talents, and show the world your strength,” the old gravedigger said to his granddaughter.
The granddaughter nodded, carrying her parents’ memorial tablets on her person, bowed deeply to the old man, and then walked away from the desolate graves.
In a once-declining family, a young man emerged from the forbidden ground of the family’s heritage. Although he had lost an arm, he had gained an unimaginable, astonishing power in return.
“My arm may be severed, but I’ve gained the power to be supreme.” The one-armed young man clenched his fist, a determined glint in his eye.
“I hope you can revive our clan’s glory and truly stand out in the Talent Battle of the Nine Countries,” the family elder instructed the young man with the missing arm.
“I will,” said the young man with the missing arm and then left the family.
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While the entire Nine Countries were ablaze with excitement over the Talent Battle, Fang Lin was still alone and cold underneath the Abyss Pill Well, silently enduring his punishment.
Half of the hundred-day period had passed, and the giant centipede’s corpse had shriveled up, its blood and essence having been absorbed by the three Golden Scale Ant King beast eggs.
At this moment, those three beast eggs were faintly radiating a golden light and emitting an extremely strong aura.
Fang Lin’s heart burned with excitement, knowing the three beast eggs were about to hatch.
Another seven days passed, the giant centipede’s corpse completely decayed, and those three beast eggs began to hatch slowly under Fang Lin’s watchful gaze.
Three small Golden Scale Ants emerged, each the size of a millstone, extremely frightening, exuding a thick Demon Qi.
These were the offspring of a Demon King, born with the realm of a peak Four Transformations Demon Beast and could smoothly step into the realm of a Demon King if they continued to grow without any hindrance.
The three small Gold Scale Ants appeared, looking around in confusion, but immediately surrounded Fang Lin when they saw him.
Although the three small Golden Scale Ants looked fierce and terrifying, at this moment, they were as harmless as three little puppies, showing great affection to Fang Lin, seemingly regarding him as their kin.
Fang Lin touched the bodies of the three small Golden Scale Ants and then let his fresh blood drop for them to lick, which made them even more affectionate toward him.
“Come on, you are so small, first eat some Demon Cores to nourish yourselves,” Fang Lin said with a smile, taking out three Demon Cores.
The three small Golden Scale Ants immediately pounced on the Demon Cores, gnawing them excitedly. After a few crunching sounds, they cleaned the Demon Cores completely.
After eating the Demon Cores, the aura of the three small Golden Scale Ants strengthened greatly, yet there was still a distance to grow before becoming a Demon King.
Although the three small Golden Scale Ants had great potential, they had only just been born, and to become a Demon King would still require a period of growth.
Fang Lin had ways to make them become Demon Kings quickly, but he could not apply it just yet. He had to wait until they grew a bit larger, otherwise, it might harm their bodies. Even if they became Demon Kings, it would be difficult for them to continue growing afterward.
With a wave of his hand, Fang Lin collected the three small Golden Scale Ants into the Beast Bag and then set the shriveled corpse of the centipede on fire, reducing it to ashes.
“In less than two months, I’ll be able to leave this place. I hope nothing strange happens next,” Fang Lin looked up at the slight light falling from above and thought to himself.
Fang Lin knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world because, bearing the mark of sin, he had no contact with the outside.
In the blink of an eye, the hundred-day deadline was approaching.
But one day, Fang Lin’s figure disappeared, vanishing into the depths of the Abyss Pill Well silently and without any warning, as though he had simply evaporated all at once.
The mark of sin on Fang Lin’s body also disappeared with him. At the moment the mark disappeared, two people outside the Abyss Pill Well sensed it and immediately went to check.
“It happened again!” Both people had a look of shock on their faces, Fang Lin was gone, silently, just like that.
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