Chapter 205
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Chapter 205: Title
【Give the kid a break, the master’s just a little bald boy →_→】
【Holy moly! What’s up with this camera angle, dude?】
【Are those legendary figures sitting behind the host? Pan the camera!】
Having completed the introductions of participating teams, Jiang Nan remained oblivious to the live-stream frenzy. With an effortless smile, he continued in his buoyant tone:
“These represent our distinguished delegations at the East-West Exchange Meeting. Moreover, we’re honored to welcome special guests today.”
“Allow me to present them in order.” The camera swiveled to reveal a dozen figures behind him – faces familiar from national website banners across continents.
Their identities were unmistakable.
Moving left to right, Jiang Nan announced: “Esteemed Senior Ji Lang from Kunlun, China. As you know, this marks his first formal public appearance after millennia guarding those sacred peaks.”
“Three Nine Extreme Demon Lords from the spirit cultivators: Golden Crow Di Yan, Kirin Qi Ze, and Nine-Tailed Tu Shan Yue… Golden Dragon Pamirsis of Europe’s draconic lineage… Petite fairy Emily from the sprites… Elf Priest Beth of the ancient woodlands…”
“Archangel Raphael from the Holy See… Gano of the giantkind… Every guest here has attained tier seven or higher, holding pivotal roles within their respective civilizations…”
Though Jiang Nan spoke Mandarin, real-time translation systems rendered his words accessible to all. Viewers enjoyed the same AI-powered linguistic conversion – technology perfected years prior.
【This event’s insane! How’d they get all these legends?】
【Kicking myself for not attending! Nine-Tailed Lady’s beauty slays!!】
【Human-form demon lords? Yes please! Those two gentlemen could melt glaciers.】
【Phoenix Lord’s absence stings. Was dying to see his fiery plumage.】
【Ji Lang supremacy! My eternal mountain guardian!!!】
【Marry me Ji Lang! Degree-holding chef here – can do savory or sweet!】
【Emily’s adorable! Palm-sized with glittery wings! Need fairy merch NOW.】
【Raphael’s here? Vatican’s emptying their holy treasury!】
【If Ji Lang left Kunlun, does that mean the dimensional seals held?】
【Thousands of years monitoring that monster-infested wasteland? Legend.】
【0/10 – Angels without wings? False advertising!】
【Priestess Beth’s gaze… like springwater cleansing my soul.】
【Remember when Ji Lang solo-massacred those calamity beasts? Saved my afterlife application! qaq】
【Since when do elves out-purify angels? Lore inconsistency!】
【Two-meter “giant”? Did Gano forget his growth potion?】
【Dragonkin’s golden mane though! My retinas still sparkle.】
The stream exploded with scrolling commentary while the live audience buzzed excitedly, fans competitively boosting their idols’ trending metrics.
Eastern and Western spectators mingled freely – not by design, but through portal selection allowing proximity to preferred factions.
The audiences from the East and West naturally clustered around their respective nations’ Practitioner teams.
Among the Western spectators, a small group conversed.
“America’s truly humiliated this time—not a single representative above tier seven.”
“Hardly surprising given their lack of historical foundation.”
“Zhongxia’s prowess shouldn’t be ignored.”
“What’s there to fear? They’ve only got Sword Immortal Ji Lang as their trump card. The rest are mere spirit cultivators.”
“The Kingdom of England warrants caution, and so does Vatican City. Their angel-summoning tactics are ruthlessly effective.”
“We can’t rival them yet. Steady growth and patience are our path forward.”
The speakers bore sun-bronzed complexions beneath white hooded robes, strands of chestnut hair visible at their hoods’ edges.
“Their nations stand under divine patronage. In time, we too shall have ours.”
The Battleground’s isolation protocols masked their discussion from nearby ears. Had anyone overheard, they’d have marveled at the African dialect being spoken—and marveled further upon noticing the speakers’ subtly African features paired with skin tones noticeably lighter than native Africans’.
Most astonishing were the luminous sigils adorning their foreheads—unique divine marks that hypnotically drew the eye. These were no mortals, but totem deities inhabiting human vessels.
Bound to their territories, Africa’s myriad weak deities could only wander through borrowed flesh. The East-West exchange had drawn them to observe firsthand after dispatching their own team.
Though dark skin invited prejudice, their chosen hosts’ complexions had lightened through cultivation—a phenomenon the deities deemed advantageous. Assimilation became their strategy where strength failed.
At this rate, the delegates mused, African pigmentation would soon mirror Eastern and Western hues. “Soon” being relative—a mere blink for immortals, yet centuries by mortal reckoning. Still, a genetic revolution compressed from millennia into centuries—a thousand-mile journey completed in three strides.
Elsewhere in the Western section:
“Dreary spectacle,” scoffed a black-haired youth fiddling with his ouroboros earring. “This is how you spend precious leisure, Waylin?”
“Prince Satan might find diversion elsewhere,” suggested the girl in medieval gown, curtsying gracefully. “Today’s gathering holds many curiosities.”
The Western realm of the dead knew four Lords under the God of Death—three appearing mature, while the fourth retained adolescent features.
Satan arched an eyebrow. “Eager to rendezvous with that elf witch, aren’t you?”
Waylin’s silence confirmed nothing and denied less.
“Go then,” he waved dismissively, vanishing mid-sentence. “Just don’t embarrass us.” Freedom beckoned—and with it, uncharted Eastern delights.
Waylin exhaled as he disappeared. The most troublesome Lord departed, leaving her to study the screen’s elven figure. “Merlinka,” she murmured, “how you’ve blossomed.”
Among Eastern observers:
“Friendly exchange?” Hu Mei smirked behind her yawn. “More like thinly veiled combat drills.”
Pre-Awakening nations had flaunted military tech; now in Spiritual Energy’s dawn, power displays served similar purposes. Posturing smoothed future negotiations.
“First match: Taoist Priest Li Canghai versus Western magic swordsman,” Zhan Yuan read aloud. “Both tier two. Clever of the West to hide this contender—his profile’s scarcely documented.”
The Central Venue reshaped itself, competitors encircled by ascending spectator tiers. Strangers materialized until the horizon brimmed with bodies.
【Spectator glasses: Equip now.】
Crystalline lenses descended, collapsing vast distances into intimate clarity when donned.
At the commentator’s podium, Jiang Nan sat rigid between intimidating figures—Sword Immortal Ji Lang’s glacial poise contrasting with a Western giant dragon’s simmering ferocity. Cameras threatened exposure; a single flinch would spell social demise.
【Virtual space stabilization: 6 days 23:59:57 remaining…】
Jiang Nan contemplated breaking the icy silence when emergency sirens blared mentally. Above the arena, the Heavenly Law Ancient Stone Tablet flickered ominously.
