A Hundred Years Old Monk Traversing the Sahara
In the Sahara Desert, an old monk in ragged clothes left a series of deep footprints in the endless yellow sand.
Strangely, no matter how the wind howled, the series of footprints were not covered by the yellow sand.
It was like the eternal mark that the hundred-year-old monk had carved on the Sahara.
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In the Ancient Eastern Country, there was a huge round table. The twelve elders of the ancient country sat around it.
The chairman on the main seat looked serious."
"There are still seven days before the Myriad Tribe Battlefield opens. I think we should announce this news.”
Pausing for a moment, the chairman was full of worry.
"After all, we don't know which two people will be selected to fight for the country.”
The Second Elder took a sip of tea and nodded."
"That's right. According to the current news, after the Myriad Race Battlefield opens, everything on the battlefield will be shown in the form of a live broadcast. At that time, it will be impossible to hide it even if you want to.”
The fifth elder was a little worried. He gently knocked on the table with his knuckles.
"The problem is that the country's fortune is tied to two people. If this matter spreads, it may cause social unrest and instability.”
"Turbulence?"
The chairman's eyes sparkled.
"I believe in our people, and our people will believe in us. If it's just a little turmoil, it's not impossible.”
After a pause, the chairman said in a sonorous voice,
"As the oldest and oldest civilization in the world, what kind of storms have we not experienced? What kind of suffering had he not endured? Only perseverance!"
As he spoke, the chairman's expression darkened. He was obviously old, but he had a heroic aura.
"Announce the news and let all the people be prepared because everyone has the possibility of being selected!”
The elders looked at each other and nodded.
After the order was issued, in just 15 minutes, the official channel and the official public account all released the news about the Myriad Race Battlefield.
In an instant, the entire Internet was in an uproar.
Small Fish123, Battlefield of the Myriad Races? Two people from each country would be selected to participate in the battle? Is today really not April Fool's Day?"
Bubbly Fish: " This is an official announcement. It must be true!"”
" Everyone, pay attention!" Little Match said." The official announcement says that all the resources found by the chosen people on the battlefields of the ten thousand races, including the territory they occupy, will be displayed a hundred times! This meant that the pressure on resources might be greatly alleviated!”
A certain technical university's super electromagnetic cannon: " You should be the one paying attention. The higher-ups clearly said that if the participants died, monsters would appear in the country they belong to, and a disaster would occur!”
"What I'm worried about now is what if I randomly draw two useless people.”
Master Ma: " I hope that my Ma Bao country can be selected. At that time, I can also use my flash dianwu whip to serve the country!”
Big Head Dad: " Yo, isn't this not talking about Master Wu Dema? If I really get you, I think everyone can buy coffins in advance. They will definitely be in high demand!”
The little head son said,[I hope it's a certain peerless soldier king who gets drawn. Everything is up to fate!]”
As the Ancient Eastern Country announced the news, the various countries in the world also announced the news of the Myriad Race Battlefield to the public. The entire world was in an uproar.
What was commendable was that the ancient Eastern country that first announced the news did not have any major changes. The people were more active than before, and even set off a wave of 'bodybuilding.'
After all, no one knew if they would be the one chosen. In seven days, they would improve their physical fitness as much as they could.
On the other hand, the situation in the United States of America was the opposite. The crime rate, which was not low to begin with, was soaring, and the entire society was in turmoil.
Perhaps this was the cultural difference between the East and the West?
Seven days passed in a flash.
On this day, other than the indispensable special departments and units, all the people in the country welcomed the holiday. However, very few people went out to play. Everyone was nervously waiting at home for the selection of the Myriad Race Battlefield.
In the capital, the chairman looked serious.
"Have you arranged the support points in the cities and villages?”
Patriarch Eight pushed his glasses up.
"It's all arranged. We can guarantee that the support points cover more than 95% of the population gathering places in the country.”
According to the information he received, the chosen ones would be notified in advance and would have an hour to prepare.
The country had set up support points in various regions. The selected people could obtain weapons and necessities at the support points.
The entire Ancient Eastern Country entered a state of alert.
At the same time, at the northernmost part of the Sahara Desert, the hundred-year-old monk took a step forward and crossed the boundary between the desert and the oasis.
Ding!
The quest to traverse the Sahara Desert on foot has been completed. The quest reward (Nine-ringed Buddhist Staff) has been issued. The Bhikhu Golden Body has been upgraded to the Body of Diamond.
Zheng Yuan looked at the nine-ringed monk staff that appeared out of thin air in his hand and narrowed his eyes.
"The Buddhist staff that Buddha bestowed upon Tang Sanzang?”
He moved his body slightly, and his seemingly old body burst out with a terrifying aura. There was a faint holy golden light flickering.
Zheng Yuan was a transmigrator. Other people who transmigrated would either become rich young masters, nobles, or even handsome young masters with bright eyes and white teeth.
As for him, he had become a hundred-year-old monk. His life was about to end, and his body and bones were rotting.
Fortunately, he had awakened the strongest Buddha system.
Suddenly, something strange happened!
"Congratulations, you have become the chosen one of the Ancient Eastern Country. Your every move on the Myriad Race Battlefield will affect the fate of the Ancient Eastern Country!”
"In an hour, you will enter the Myriad Race Battlefield. Contestant, please be prepared!”
Zheng Yuan's pupils constricted slightly. His old body was suffused with golden Buddhist light, like a Buddha walking in the human world.
After pondering for a moment, he took out his phone and began to browse the news on the Internet.
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