"I wonder what the selection method is for the ten thousand year selection?" At this point, Zhang Ling already had an inclination.
"From past experience, each selector's selection method is different, varying from person to person. In one instance, not only did all the participants fail the assessment, but they all perished and returned to the world!"
Um!
Is this true?
Brother, why didn’t you say so earlier!
Zhang Ling was stunned and immediately decided: It’s better not to participate!
It is good to have the determination to move forward, but you must also judge the situation and know when to advance and retreat. You cannot be blinded by huge profits and lose your life.
As long as you are alive, there is hope. There is no need to take such risks.
At the right time, the god on duty was heard saying, "However, this time, the Ten Thousand Years Selection is overseen by the Supreme Dao Ancestor. He loves the younger generation the most, regardless of whether they are immortals, mortals, demons, or ghosts... Previous selections overseen by the Supreme Dao Ancestor were all safe and sound. Now, everyone, whether flying in the sky, walking on the ground, or swimming in the sea, is trying their best to squeeze in and try. Even if they fail, it's just a matter of time. If they are lucky enough to break through, they will be transformed into a great immortal official second only to the emperor!"
The Supreme Taoist Ancestor?
Could it be Taiqing Daode Tianzun, one of the Three Pure Ones?
Zhang Ling was silent, thinking with his head down.
Yes, he is the only one who would do that.
If it were the other two, no matter whether they turned into ashes or not, they would still be irrelevant people.
As a result, Zhang Ling's mind became active again. The name of the human shadow tree, this supreme existence always maintains the same style, there is no possibility of blackmail, maybe he can give it a try here.
So Zhang Ling registered with the on-duty god to participate in the ten-thousand-year selection.
Afterwards, he cooked a large table of delicious food and chatted with the god on duty for seven days and seven nights. In the middle, he also had a meal of fine wine from the other party. He was so happy and comfortable.
At dawn on the eighth day, the God of Time put on the black gold armor with satisfaction, said goodbye and left.
After watching him leave, Zhang Ling returned to the Tiger Mansion to think about the Ten Thousand Year Selection.
According to the God of Time, the form, content and timing of the selection are different every ten thousand years and vary from person to person.
For all those who register, a hundred years later, Heaven will automatically give them detailed individual assessment contents.
For a moment, Zhang Ling became a little nervous and began to wonder what kind of test Heaven would give him.
"It's just an attempt. Don't worry. If it succeeds, it succeeds. If it doesn't, continue to be the mountain god of Jieyang Mountain and make plans after 1,500 years."
Zhang Ling shook his head, calmed himself down, waved his sleeves, closed his eyes and rested, no longer worried.
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