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.

only think about revenge, then I’m

is too short-sighted, and you’re not worthy of being

it’s better to compare who can go higher and farther on the road to immortality in the

it sounded as if he was also deliberately mocking

Xander grinned.

“To each their own.

choice to choose which

it only means his

a person is not worthy of being

teeth and did not dwell

many opportunities for competition in the

be resurrected, and the living can live

pathway to immortality,

to chime in, and he pointed at

has already benefited from the Thousands Spirits Islands

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

or competition on the pathway to immortality is a competition

the master of the Thousands Spirit

though he was only an individual cultivator, this island is located in the sea with a radius of hundreds of thousands

a sect, but it’s still

time is also a

techniques, magic spells, and even

religion election competition, our strength can also

think, and then continued,

Emmett told the truth.

go farther than others on the road of immortality, wealth, companions, techniques, and environment were important, and resources would be the most significant! The Pantheon showed in front of them was a golden opportunity, and Emmett’s words also proved

road of immortality without death, and one’s best friend might not have

day, they would realize that the person was gone a

to Thousands Spirits Island was not only a competition

it, then their strength would have a