The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“You can say what you want, but it’s up to us if we want to listen to it,” Xander replied indifferently.

A harsh light flashed in Emmett’s eyes.

However, he had his thoughts, so he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, saying, “We represent our respective sects to participate in the nation’s official religion election competition, and at its best, we’re only serving our sect.

I can understand the feeling of losing a fellow sect-mate as there are also Fauna Imperial Sect disciples who died.

In the future, you may even be in seclusion for 50 years, and when you come out, you’ll already be a different person.

At that time, are you still planning to avenge your friend from 50 years ago?”

After pausing, Emmett continued, “According to our Fauna Imperial Sect’s belief, the so-called companions are just those who accompany you during a certain period on the pathway to immortality.

You’ll have partners in the past, and you’ll have future friends too.

If any of you are promoted to Heavenly Spirit Realm in the future, will you still make friends with the cultivators who are in the Pulse Control Realm?”

Emmett’s words instantly silenced everyone.

Even though it sounded cruel, it was the truth.

At present, these fourteen people at the foot of the mountain represented their respective sects in the nation’s official religion election competition, but their future achievements would inevitably be different.

At that time, if the high-achieving person remembered the competition, it was out of friendship, but not his duty.

On the other hand, those with low achievements would only choose to keep the competition in their memory, and they would not ask for anything from those with higher success.

After all, the distinction between high and low ranking was like a difference between immortals and mortals, and they were no longer figures of the same level.

“So you’re saying…” One of the Dark Moon Sect disciples faintly figured out what Emmett implied.

“It‘s simple,” Emmett’s eyes swept across everyone and added, “The deceased died for the glory of the sect.

you only think about revenge,

is too short-sighted,

better to compare who can go higher and farther on

reasonable, but it sounded as if he was also

Xander grinned.

“To each their own.

choice to choose which path to

sway the person, then it only

person is not worthy of being called

did not dwell on the

are many opportunities for competition in

short, the dead cannot be resurrected, and the living can

to immortality, and it’s also the

the others a chance to chime in, and he pointed at

from the Thousands Spirits Islands spirit flowers and

think the nation‘s official religion election is just a single competition? It would be naive to

pathway to immortality is a competition for resources

the master of

individual cultivator, this island is located in the sea with a radius of hundreds of

a

is also a huge opportunity

magic spells,

can’t win the nation’s official religion election competition, our strength can also be

that, Emmett paused, gave everyone a moment to think, and then continued, “There’s only one state

Emmett told the truth.

wealth, companions, techniques, and environment were important, and resources would be the most significant! The Pantheon showed in front of

it was impossible to walk on the road of immortality without death, and one’s

the friend one day, they would realize that the person was gone a

Thousands Spirits Island was not only a competition but also a

their strength