Chapter 643 It begins

643 It begins

"Seems like fate has something in store for you too, Shen Bao," Old Fu replied.

"I guess so, but not to fret or anything, it's a several million-person tournaments. I'd be more surprise if we get to meet him, but I'm not too keen on tempting fate."

The people downstairs continued debating between who of the new generation is going to take the title of Strongest Under the sun.

Though for me, that title is rather vain. It gives nothing but a big old target on one's back especially since there are cultivators far stronger than whoever would win this title.

An ironic title it is. Even the one who obtains it will have to bow down not even to the Suns, but to those far below them as they are still several realms stronger.

We soon finished eating, and even more commotion happened in the inn. The busboy spent more time cleaning up blood than he did serving clients. But the mood didn't get sour in the slightest.

"Even still, it's rather sad that there are very few cultivators from the vagrant and loose cultivator section. The chances of one of them achieving anything is rather slim," a cultivator next to us said.

Looking at him, he was wearing a set of blue robes and a scholar's hat. He drank tea as if he was carrying a ceremony, a hand below the cup and the other holding it as if he was carrying a priceless treasure.

His words sounded rather simple but they were directed at me and Old Fu.

He had a group of female cultivators next to him who all had veils on covering their faces, and they all had the symbol of an eclipse.

"Followers of the Cryptic Sun... annoying bunch," Old Fu sent me a divine sense message explaining the situation.

I looked at the scholar and said, "Even the smallest spark can ignite the greatest inferno, and even the humblest of seeds can grow into the mightiest tree. Defying the odds and reaching the heaven is the path of a cultivator, and for you to deny one who is weak such a chance is to act as the emissary of heavens, I would watch my words," I replied to the scholar.

The man' brows rose and he stood up.

Old Fu's fist clenched, but against all odds, the scholar bowed toward me. "I apologize, I have been proven wrong. You are right. Who am I to deny a man's chance at reaching the heavens...even the smallest spark can ignite the greatest inferno...and even the humblest seeds can grow into the mightiest trees. I shall take your words to heart," the scholar said as he raised his cup toward me as if taking a toast.

I nodded to the man.

"If fate permits it then, however, I don't think you'll need to leave right now," I said.

"Why so?" he asked.

I held my arm up, "It already started." I said.

The scholar looked at my bracelet for a second frowning, and before he could even exclaim the bracelet began reacting and shining.

I smirked at him and funneled my Qi into it starting the teleportation process.

Everyone then realized and all began activating their bracelets.

The tournament had begun and it seems that we'll all be leaving at the same time.

Soon my whole body was teleported into a massive sized arena. Looking around, it seems that we are inside the colosseum itself. And far in the distance the massive walls of the amphitheater rose high above with eight pillars that overlooked the entire arena.

Each of the pillars carried a gigantic flag, belonging to one of the eight factions.

and high above us was a floating holographic image of the arena showing the people inside it.

More people were materializing and it was obvious that the arena will not be able to take in the massive number of participants. Yet before things got too crowded, another formation appeared underneath us where cultivators began sinking inside it.

I too was dragged down yet was rather prepared.

After all, the arena itself was definitely not where we'll start, but definitely where we'll all finish.

"Well, let's see how this goes then."