The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the central plaza of Sendai, contestants from the five domains gathered one after another.

Compared to the previous two rounds, everyone looked much more serious this time.

The people from the Eastern Region stood on the side of the square. Although Zhou Yanzhi, Chen Yuanzhi and others had been eliminated, they still stood in the spectator area, their eyes closely following the figures of Wang Long and Ye Niannu.

The people from the four major sects in the Central Region stood together. Zhao Heng, Wang Qingyan, Shi Yue, Ling Feng, Yin Jiuyou, and Liu Ruyan stood side by side, with the remaining elite disciples of the four major sects behind them. The formation was more orderly than in the previous two rounds.

The people of the Southern, Western, and Northern Regions are more united than in the previous two rounds, and their positions have clearly been negotiated, no longer as scattered as before.

Everyone knows that the first two rounds are just a warm-up.

The third round will truly determine the outcome.

The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

This time, no one knows the specific schedule for the third round, so everyone is very nervous.

A ripple in space spread out silently.

The figure of the Eternal Emperor slowly emerged from the void.

He stopped in mid-air, his gaze sweeping casually across the entire scene, a faint, unchanging smile on his lips.

"After three days of rest, are you all well?"

His voice was gentle, but no one really felt at ease.

All eyes were fixed on him, waiting for him to speak.

The Emperor of Immortality raised his hand and waved it gently.

Hundreds of pale green rays of light surged from his sleeves, like a green meteor shower, precisely striking each contestant in the square.

The light silently entered his body the moment it touched him. Wang Long felt a warm and long-lasting power flow into his body through his meridians, taking root deep in his dantian, like a quiet, sleeping seed, emitting a very faint fluctuation of vitality.

He looked down at his palm; the pale green light had dissipated, but he could clearly sense that the seed was hidden deep within his dantian, connected to his meridians and his breath.

"This is the seed of life."

The voice of the Eternal Emperor echoed across the square, unhurried and measured.

"It will automatically trigger when you encounter a fatal crisis, teleporting you back to Sendai and saving your lives."

His gaze swept over the contestants who were sensing the changes within their bodies. His tone remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable clarity.

"The rules for the third round of the competition are very simple."

"You will all be transported to a separate world."

"That place is full of magical beasts, whose strength, number, and environment are unknown. You need to survive there for seven days, slay the magical beasts, and earn points."

The square was silent.

Everyone was stunned.

"An independent world?"

"All of them are monsters?"

"Unknown strength? Unknown quantity? Unknown environment?"

"This...this just means we're going to a completely unfamiliar place to fight a bunch of monsters whose strength we don't even know?"

"Even with the Seed of Life, what if we encounter a Celestial Sovereign-level magical beast? Can the Seed of Life truly guarantee survival?"

The discussions surged like a tide, and the contestants' expressions varied: some were nervous, some were solemn, and some had already begun to make plans.

The leaders and elders from each region looked particularly grim.

The leader of the Southern Region frowned, the leader of the Western Region Snake Bone Sect had a gloomy expression, and the leader of the Northern Region clenched his fists.

Although the elders of the four major sects in the Central Region maintained a calm demeanor, the solemnity in their eyes was unmistakable.

"What is the Eternal Emperor doing? Is he sending them to their deaths?"

"Even with the seed of life, one might not truly be safe when facing a magical beast of unknown strength..."

"This is a selection process, not a battlefield! Why resort to such extreme methods?"

The Eternal Emperor stood in mid-air, taking in the various expressions below, but did not rush to speak.

He simply waited quietly, as if giving everyone time to process the news.

He only spoke slowly, his voice still gentle, after the commotion had gradually subsided.

"The protection of the Seed of Life is absolute. As long as the seed is still there, you will not truly die. However, if the seed is triggered, you will be teleported back to Sendai and lose the opportunity to continue gaining points."

"So, finding a balance between survival and gaining points is your own choice."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the solemn-faced team leaders, his tone remaining calm.

"Of course, if anyone values ​​their life and feels they cannot cope with the unknown challenges, they can abstain now."

These words silenced the square once again.

Abstained.

The word flashed through everyone's mind, but no one actually said it.

No one wants to voluntarily withdraw from the stage of the all-round selection, because that means giving up all the advantages accumulated in the first two rounds, and it means admitting their cowardice to everyone.

But that unknown world does indeed inspire fear.

Wang Long stood in the crowd, his gaze fixed on the Emperor of Immortality, his mind racing with deductions.

A world filled with Warcraft.

Slay monsters to earn points.

Seeds of life save lives.

This competition format is somewhat similar to the flag defense battle in the first round, both involving survival and combat in a closed environment. However, the first round was at least held on the known Sendai battlefield, and the opponents were limited to other participants.

This time, however, they are facing a completely unknown world.

The unknown means danger, but it also means opportunity.

The silence in the square lasted for several breaths, and the contestants standing behind their respective team leaders had different expressions.

But no one backed down.

Wang Qingyan was the first to break the silence.

She raised her head, and the stubbornness that refused to admit defeat reappeared on her still somewhat pale face, her voice clear and loud.

"Our Qian Yuan Sect will not abstain from the contest."

Zhao Heng stood beside her without speaking, only nodding slightly, holding the dark gold longsword horizontally in front of him, the runes on the blade gleaming warmly in the sunlight.

Shi Yue silently raised the repaired giant shield of spiritual energy and slammed it heavily on the ground. The dull thud echoed across the square, his most direct response.

Ling Feng spat out the blade of grass he had been holding in his mouth, clapped his hands, and a familiar smile appeared on his lips. His voice was relaxed yet resolute.

"Tianlan Sect, we'll fight to the bitter end."

Yin Jiuyou and Liu Ruyan stood at the back of the crowd. They didn't speak, but took a step forward at the same time, stepping out of the shadows and into the sunlight.

None of the four major sects in the Central Region abstained.

In the southern region, Yang Tieyi gripped the silver spear in his hand, the tip of the spear lightly tapping the ground with a crisp and clean sound.

"The Southern Region Xuan Tie Sect will not abandon us."

The leader of the Western Regions Serpent Bone Sect, whose expression had been rather unpleasant, calmed down at this moment. He turned around, looked at the few remaining disciples of his sect, and spoke in a hoarse but steady voice.

"You decide for yourselves."

The Western Region disciples exchanged glances and nodded almost simultaneously. One of them spoke.

"Having cultivated for so long, I've faced countless life-and-death situations. If I retreat now, I'll be stuck at the Supreme Realm forever."