Urban Supreme Medical Saint-Chapter 2238 - 2505: The Opening!

Han Chen arrived at Ren Feifan’s cultivation place and took out a few magical artifacts.

Some of them were the winnings from when Han Chen bet with a few friends that Ren Feifan would enter the Heavenly Selection; the others were Han Chen’s own.

After all, the chosen ones are easy for him, but for most people, they’re filled with endless danger.

"Sect Leader, the chosen ones are an event for Pilgrimage Mountain, and there may be strong figures emerging. To be safe, keep these magical artifacts; they might save your life at a crucial moment."

"Also, Sect Leader, among the chosen ones, remember not to befriend anyone. The waters are deep here, just keep to yourself and don’t interfere in anyone’s business."

"Once you’re inside, I may not be able to help you much, everything will rely on you. Remember not to hold out stubbornly. If you really can’t manage, give up."

"Of course, the most important thing is to wear your mask, no matter whether you win or not..."

After talking for a long time, the last sentence was probably Han Chen’s real purpose.

"Sect Leader, do you have a mask with that quality?"

Ren Feifan reached into his pocket and took out the Ghost Face Mask, putting it on his face, giving Han Chen a sideways glance: "Is this okay?"

Han Chen awkwardly smiled: "It’s fine, it’s fine. I have to say, Sect Leader, you look very handsome and suave with the mask on!"

"Get lost!"

Ren Feifan accepted those magical artifacts and prepared to set off for the chosen place at Pilgrimage Mountain. As he was leaving, he happened to run into Su Mohan, who had just changed outfits.

Su Mohan seemed to have applied a light makeup today, exuding a cold aura overall, yet her eyes were no longer emotionless.

"I’m going with you to the chosen place. When you come out, you must come out; you promised to find suitable cultivation techniques for me."

Su Mohan said with her head lowered.

"Alright."

Over the past few days, Ren Feifan also roughly understood the rules of the chosen ones.

They are very brutal, yet simple and straightforward.

A thousand people enter the Battlefield of the Chosen, brutally fighting until only eight are allowed to survive in the end.

Among the remaining eight, one chosen person is determined.

Survival of the fittest has always been the most primitive rule of the Hidden Gate.

Of course, once inside the Battlefield of the Chosen, one can also withdraw.

But once withdrawn, it means failure, with the consequence of not being allowed to set foot on Pilgrimage Mountain for a hundred years!

...

The chosen place is located on the eastern side of Pilgrimage Mountain.

Purple Energy approaches from the east, with the east being the most concentrated area of Spiritual Energy on Pilgrimage Mountain.

The chosen place opens every few years, and each time it opens, it brings immense opportunities.

This is the most direct and peak-face confrontation among the younger generation of strong figures in the Hidden Gate.

Whoosh, whoosh...

Two figures flashed by, appearing in this empty space in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, in this empty space before the canyon, several frightfully strong figures had already gathered.

Seeing these two people arrive, the crowd turned to look.

"Haha, Old Leng, you’re here."

"Old Wang, hahahaha... You finally made it..."

Several strong figures present went forward to greet.

"Haha, not too late, many others haven’t arrived yet."

Faced with the crowd’s greetings, Old Wang laughed loudly, his voice were like rumbling thunder.

The group chatted away for a while.

"The time to cultivate is so short; it feels like the last time I was here was just a day ago."

"Yes, but now it’s unclear what’s happening to the Hidden Gate, true geniuses seem few and far between."

Unknowingly, the topic shifted to the Thunder Tribulation things from a few days ago outside Pilgrimage Mountain.

This matter was so significant that it became almost the talk of all Pilgrimage Mountain’s strongest figures.

"That Thunder Tribulation descending on Pilgrimage Mountain, who knows whether it’s a good or bad thing."

"Could it be that strong figures from outside the realm are stepping in?"

"At the time, the Thunder Tribulation was intense! If outside figures were present, we’d likely be unable to survive..."

"It’s not impossible, but it could also be that a strong figure is emerging."

Speaking of this, one strong figure present sighed.

To be able to summon such a terrifying Thunder Tribulation, completely surpassing the Hidden Gate’s tribulation, is incredibly rebellious.

It nearly made the Mountain Protection Array collapse on Pilgrimage Mountain; one can only imagine how earth-shattering this tribulation could be.

"Forget about it, we can’t change anything about this Thunder Tribulation; let’s focus on who the chosen one will be this time."

Before long, the doors fully opened, and countless young strong figures flooded in through the six gates!

The momentum appeared incredibly intimidating!

In just five minutes, the square was filled with ten thousand strong figures.

These figures wore peculiar clothing, with each one imbued with more terrifying aura than the last.

Ren Feifan was naturally among them.

He wore a string of something similar to Buddha Beads on his hand.

The Buddha Beads bore ancient inscriptions.

These were the keys to entering the Battlefield of the Chosen.

Simultaneously, they represented his identity within.

Once the Pearl shattered, it meant elimination.

Ren Feifan glanced around and noticed several extraordinarily strong auras.

Even his God Monarch Realm cultivation could only rank around the middle here.

Just at this time, the second mysterious space within his body started to tremble!

The cold voice of the Extinguish Heaven Demon Lord suddenly echoed: "Among the ten thousand people around you, one person is somewhat abnormal."

Ren Feifan was stunned and quickly asked: "How is that person abnormal?"

"I sense an extremely intense aura of blood and evil from this person, a power originating from the Ninth Nether!"

Ren Feifan’s expression turned strange: "Could it be your former subordinate?"

The Extinguish Heaven Demon Lord shook his head: "Things aren’t that simple. With this so-called chosen one, some may intend to trample the rules; try not to act within."

We must first identify that person."

"Alright."

"I feel someone’s body has been devoured and occupied by an ancient Demon Clan being. If you get close to that person, the Jade Seal of Demon Lord on you will react."

"Alright."

Ren Feifan originally wanted to spread his Spiritual Sense to scan everyone, but he found the sky had a strong restriction controlling everything!

Suddenly!

"Boom..."

A ten-mile radius echoed with a roaring vibration.

Following this, the entire canyon began to shake violently; the bodies of those standing on the open space began to sway.

As if a mountain was about to crumble and the earth was about to split.

"The Battlefield of the Chosen! The Battlefield of the Chosen is about to open."

With this roaring sound and violent vibration, a surprised exclamation was heard.

In the next moment, everyone quickly turned their heads to look in one direction.

Their faces were filled with excitement, adorned with anticipation and uncontrollable thrill.

Amidst everyone’s eager anticipation, the Battlefield of the Chosen was finally about to present itself before everyone’s eyes.

Boom...

The rumble was deafening.

Mountains collapsed and the earth split; at this moment, the chosen place shook intensely, as if it were about to collapse.

The forces in the air and Spiritual Energy, at this moment, also became turbulent.

The waves of energy surged, the wind roared.

Ren Feifan also showed a hint of anticipation, as this was his only way to earn the Pilgrimage Spring.