Rumor has it that a debater gains recognition from the Debate Platform, and after winning the championship, the platform itself will reward them.
Of course, this is just a legend, because in history, there has never been a reward. Over time, people have almost forgotten about this and treated the debate platform merely as a tool for proctoring.
Now, divine light trembled behind Long Chen's head, and three orbs of light appeared before him—these were the legendary divine rewards. This ancient artifact was guaranteed to be a supreme treasure.
Long Chen was both surprised and delighted—there was actually such a good deal? Long Chen looked at the three orbs of light and immediately understood—he had to choose one out of three.
Without hesitation, Long Chen reached out his hand toward the center of the light orb, believing he would definitely choose the worst one.
"Buzz!" Long Chen's
large hand reached into the light orb but found nothing. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his palm, and he instinctively pulled his hand back.
Just as Long Chen withdrew his hand, the three orbs of light instantly vanished. He noticed a thunder symbol imprinted on his palm.
The rune flickered a few times before slowly fading. Then, a name appeared in Long Chen's mind:
"World-Destroying Lightning."
Long Chen's heart raced wildly. The debate platform did not give him a physical object, but instead taught him an ancient thunder technique—a technique Long Chen had never encountered before. Claiming to destroy the world—doesn't that mean it's just like the World-Destroying Fire Lotus?
Seeing the surprised and delighted expression on Long Chen's face, countless people felt jealous, especially the elders discussing the Dao debate. Their eyes were red, wishing they could rush forward and tear Long Chen apart.
The Dao debate contest ended, but on the platform, divine light lingered and swirled around Long Chen, making him look like a god descended to earth, blessed with auspicious signs. Though his clothes were worn, they could not hide the noble elegance deep within his bones.
"Third Master, I'd like to ask, as a cultivator, how can I avoid falling behind at the starting line?" A powerful figure in the audience stood up, saluted Long Chen, and spoke respectfully.
The Dao debate competition ended, but the Dao Debate Conference was not yet over. At this time, it was the champion's lecture segment, offering guidance to everyone. Others could ask the champion questions, but at this stage, there was no reward or punishment system.
At this moment, Long Chen put away his chair, not crossing his legs, but sitting cross-legged on the ground, his posture straight, and his face gradually becoming more sacred.
Long Chen said, "In this world, there's no such thing as a starting line. They're just a bunch of people with ulterior motives, just making things up."
The road of life isn't about who runs fast or coolly, but about who can go farther.
On the road, some people walk, some ride horses, some ride flying boats. Because of the different directions, speeds, and angles, the scenery is different as well.
As I said before, there is no such thing as the other shore. Although hiking is slow, you can see scenery others overlook, giving you more time to calm down and reflect.
When your spiritual realm rises, the path to immortality is shrouded in mist, but you gain a pair of insightful eyes and can see farther.
Although the flying boat was fast, many were blindly fast; countless people crashed directly into the cliffs and died. "
Nonsense: people start running from birth, and if they run too slowly, they'll be trampled to death."
In the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak. If you're weak, I can kill you and plunder all your wealth. How would I have time to show you any scenery? It's really funny. A dismissed debater sneered.
As soon as that person spoke, the powerful figures present nodded; what he said made sense.
If you don't run desperately, you can't even guarantee your life, let alone gain any insights.
"You're the one talking nonsense. Your cultivation is higher than mine, but do you believe I can behead you in three moves?" Long Chen sneered.
When Long Chen said this, the whole room erupted in an uproar. No wonder he's Master Long—his attitude is way too arrogant. That old man is a Divine Lord realm expert!
"You... You're narrow-minded, unworthy of being a mentor. The old man was both shocked and furious, pointing at Long Chen and cursing.
Long Chen sneered, "You have cultivation but no real combat ability. You're just a weakling, and you dare to speak arrogantly?"
I ask you, what is the starting line, and who drew it? Is everyone on the same line? Who will give the orders? Is fairness achieved?
Put the monkey, elephant, tiger, crocodile, and turtle together, draw a line, with a big tree ahead, and say: 'To be fair, whoever climbs the tree first wins the championship.'
' This is
simply nonsense. Everyone has their own area of expertise, and there are countless cultivation methods. How to draw a single starting line?
Even though it's the same seed, some bloom first, some bear fruit first, and some never blossom or bear fruit. Is the one that doesn't bloom or bear fruit considered useless? Lost at the starting line?
If it doesn't bloom or bear fruit, who can guarantee it's not a towering tree? In the short term, it lags behind others, but that doesn't mean it can't be late or early.
Those with backward cultivation and poor talent—who can guarantee that one day they won't make a splash and make a big splash? It seems that such cases are not uncommon in history, right?
Like the Nine-Turn Heavenly King Han Yinglie, the Nether Ghost Slayer Lu Qingkong, the Ancestor of Hundred Flowers Valley Wan Liyi..."
Long Chen named more than thirty names in one breath, sneering, "Which of these people weren't mediocre at the time, looked down upon, but later surpassed others, founded their own sects, and became legendary figures for generations?"
As the saying goes, running fast isn't the goal; in the end, it's about who can go farther. If you don't even understand this, how can you be a mentor? This is simply misleading the students. Faced
with the old man's mockery, Long Chen didn't hold back, counterattacking without leaving any room for negotiation.
"Nonsense! Cultivators must maintain the sharpness to cut through thorns and the determination to forge ahead. The path of cultivation is like rowing upstream; if you don't advance, you fall behind. Doing this is just giving yourself the excuse of laziness. Neglecting your cultivation will mislead countless people. You're not worthy to be a teacher." Someone in the crowd cursed. That person was none other than Ji Li of the Jiuhua Sect.
"How funny—the determination to forge ahead and forge ahead?" You unite and travel the world, which shows you're a cowardly and clingy to life. How can you talk about sharpness and determination?
On the Daoist Hall, apart from me, who among you doesn't have a mentor? Long Chen scoffed.
"You're just a rookie at the Divine Fire Realm—do you even qualify to possess the Divine Path?" Ji Li sneered.
The Divine Dao can only be condensed by Divine Lord-level experts. In the Immortal Realm, condensation is the choice of almost all Divine Lord-level experts, because having one more means sometimes one more life.
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Long Chen's mouth: "Idiot, don't you know that this is the obstacle blocking your ascent to Immortal King?" "