"Hm?"
Yan Sheng, Wu Meng, Zi Zaitian, and the others were slightly taken aback.
"They're here?"
The Emperor Shenwu didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "The Origin's Light has asked Emperor Bai of the Firewood Holy Temple to participate in the Supreme Race Paragon Contest, but what is this contest? It relates to the life-or-death struggle for the Air Transport of our Human Race for the next century. At the beginning of each century, suitable candidates are usually selected and cultivated. Even if successors are slow to emerge, they would still be chosen within a thousand years before the contest starts. Many of you here have been preparing for this battle for tens of thousands of years, haven't you?"
His words resonated with many people.
Some Monarchs knitted their brows.
"Ridiculous."