Chapter 0396: The Competition Begins

As Huang Long was puzzled, Jared, who had flown over, turned to the three of them and said, “Are you the members of the Runing family competing this time?”
Before Huang Long and Chester could respond, Fat Francis said proudly, “That’s right. The three of us are members of the Runing family competing this time.” He even puffed out his chest.
Most of the descendants from the six major families who participated in the competition felt proud in front of others, just like Fat Francis, especially those from the Runing family, which was the leader among the six major families.
However, after hearing Fat Francis’s words, Jared burst into laughter. Pointing at Fat Francis and the three of them with a mocking expression, he said, “The Runing family actually sent you to compete? As the top family in the Netherworld, surely they have at least a few decent descendants, right?”
The descendants of the Terrence family behind Jared also started mocking after hearing his words; they were the ones competing on behalf of their family.
“Let’s go,” Jared said, then waved and flew away with the Terrence family members behind him.
Fat Chester’s face turned red as he pointed at Jared and the others, shouting, “Get lost! If you’ve got guts, don’t let me meet you later!” After saying that, he continued to rant on the spot, but by then, Jared and the others had already gone far away.
“Fatso, they’ve already left,” Chester reminded him after a while. Only then did Fat Chester stop, still looking resentful. “The Terrence family… what a bunch of fools.”
Chester shook his head and looked in the direction Jared and the others had gone. “I don’t know which elder of the Terrence family that black-haired old man is.”
Jared was dressed in the robes of a Terrence family elder.
“He’s Jared,” Huang Long’s indifferent voice came through.
“He’s Jared?” Fat Francis and Chester asked. Although they had never met him, they had heard of him. They were surprised that Huang Long knew him.
“Let’s go,” Huang Long said after a while.
However, due to what had happened, the three of them lost interest in wandering around. After walking for a while, they returned to the mountain where the Runing family was located, lacking enthusiasm.
More than ten days later, Woodlow, the head of the Beikal family, arrived with the Beikal family members as well.
By then, all six major families in the Netherworld—Runing, Beikal, Terrence, Demos, Stanny, and Gibran—had gathered.

All six major families were present. The heads of the six families and their elders gathered in the Hall of Forgetfulness and held discussions for a long time as this place of oblivion was about to open.

As the competition among the descendants of the six major families to secure 300 spots neared, more and more godly powerhouses flocked to the Corner of Forgetfulness, coming from every corner of the Netherworld. The crowd was immense. Although the Corner of Forgetfulness was vast, spanning trillions of miles, a month before the competition, godly powerhouses could be seen everywhere, with their numbers increasing as one moved closer to the center.

The grand event of the Netherworld’s land of oblivion was drawing the attention of countless godly powerhouses. Gradually, news of some renowned supreme powerhouses from the Netherworld arriving at the Corner of Forgetfulness began to spread.

However, to Huang Long’s surprise, the day before the competition, Fat Francis said mysteriously to Huang Long and Chester, “I’ve heard reliable news that Lord Marshall, who has reached the highest level of perfection, has also come to the Corner of Forgetfulness.”

Marshall? Hearing Fat Francis’s words, Huang Long smiled inwardly. What a coincidence—Marshall was here too?

“Lord Marshall? Really?!” Chester exclaimed in delight, looking at Fat Francis with reverence.

“Of course it’s true, haha. I heard it from my grandfather,” Fat Francis said proudly. “Surprised?”

Among the eight supreme gods of perfection in the Netherworld, only Marshall did not belong to the six major families. Thus, to some extent, Marshall was revered even more by the godly powerhouses of the Netherworld, including the descendants of the six major families, than those like Kennedy. After all, Kennedy and the others were descendants of the six major families and could rely on their family’s support in their cultivation, whereas Marshall had achieved his strength through sheer effort alone.

The stars were sparse in the night sky. Huang Long stood in the palace assigned to him, gazing at the stars.

“Tomorrow is the competition. Once we enter the land of oblivion and everything is over, I think I should return to the Hengyuan Realm to check things out,” Huang Long thought to himself.

Now, Huang Long had been in the Netherworld for nearly 1,900 years. According to the rules, gods from the mortal realms could stay at most for 2,000 years. It was unclear whether the members of the Huang family had entered the divine realm or were still in the Hengyuan Realm.

“Brother Huang Hai, what are you thinking about?” Chester’s voice came from behind as Huang Long was lost in thought. Turning around, he saw Chester and Fat Francis walking in.

“I’m thinking of my family. I plan to go back after this matter in the land of oblivion is over.” Huang Long didn’t hide this from them.

“Good. You’ve been at Runing Mansion for some time now. It’s time to return to the Water Deity Realm to take a look,” said Chester.
The Water Deity Realm? Huang Long shook his head silently. His identity upon entering Runing Mansion was that of a descendant from the Water Deity Realm, which was why Chester mistakenly thought Huang Long intended to return there.
“The competition starts tomorrow. Why have you come?” asked Huang Long.
“It’s because of the competition tomorrow; we can’t concentrate, so we came here to chat with Chester,” said Fat Francis, then sighed, “I definitely won’t make it into the top 300 in the competition.”
The three spent the night in quiet reflection.
After Chester and Fat Francis left, Huang Long used the “Water-Fire Primordial Dragon Technique” to regulate his breath for a while until dawn broke.
The sunlight marked the beginning of the day.
At Forgotten Corner, the sun shone brightly, and the area was bustling with activity.
Mountains surrounding the center of Forgotten Corner were already filled with powerful gods from various factions.
Huang Long and the other three, along with the Runing family’s descendants, were taken to the grand hall. After gathering, Kennedy, Bishop from the Runing family, and others led Huang Long’s group to the Forgotten Platform.
The Forgotten Platform was where the leaders of the six major families in the Netherworld watched the competitions. Upon arriving, Huang Long and the others stood below the platform alongside the descendants of the five other major families, while Kennedy, Bishop, and the rest went up onto the platform.
“Haha, Patriarch Kennedy, I’ve been waiting for you. Judging by your expression, you’re full of confidence for this competition,” came a hearty laugh as Kennedy and the others stepped onto the platform. It was Woodlo, the patriarch of the Beikal family.
Kennedy smiled and said, “Patriarch Woodlo, aren’t you also full of confidence for this competition?”
Everyone laughed.
A middle-aged man beside Woodlo said, “We come here each time with confidence, yet once again, the Runing family ends up first.”
This middle-aged man was Hobert, the patriarch of the Terrence family.
“Patriarch Hobert is right,” said Adriel, the patriarch of the Demos family.
Johu, the patriarch of the Stanny family, and Gibran Alger also agreed.
For a moment, the leaders of the six major families in the Netherworld were filled with laughter, in a joyful and harmonious atmosphere.
However, only those present understood the true thoughts hidden beneath their smiles.
After some back-and-forth among the six of them, Kennedy, as the leader of the six major families, took charge of starting the proceedings.
Below the Forgotten Platform…
“Is that… Alis?” Woodlo spoke from the platform, and Fat Francis below was surprised. He then touched Chester.

Huang Long Shun glanced at Chester and Fat Francis, then saw a purple-haired beauty standing in front of a group of the Beikal family members not far away. The purple-haired beauty stood there, attracting many curious glances from the surrounding men. “Is this Alice? Angus’s fiancée?” Huang Long thought to himself. “I didn’t expect Alice to be here at this Competition of the Forgotten Lands too,” said Fat Francis. At that moment, perhaps sensing Chester and the others’ gazes, Alice turned to look in their direction. Chester felt complex emotions and then sighed. As Alice looked their way, her gaze seemed to be searching for something—needless to say, it was her brother Angus. “Angus, brother… could it be you really died in that Eternal Realm?” Chester felt inexplicably sad. Even after tens of thousands of years, the thought of his brother’s death still filled him with sorrow, and he still couldn’t believe his brother was truly dead. “Alright, the competition begins!” Kennedy announced at that moment, his voice spreading throughout the mountains surrounding the Platform of Forgetfulness, audible to trillions of godly warriors. As Kennedy’s voice faded, a buzz filled the air. Next, Bishop, the eldest of the Runing family, called out the names of the contestants. The competition area was divided into a hundred zones, so each batch consisted of two hundred contestants. As Bishop called out the names, the first batch of contestants from the six major families stepped onto the arena one after another. “Huang Hai!” When over a hundred names were called, Bishop’s voice rose significantly when it came to Huang Hai, with a pause—enough for all the godly warriors to hear clearly. “Huang Hai? This name… it seems so familiar.” On the Platform of Forgetfulness, Woodlo, the head of the Beikal family, muttered after hearing Bishop’s words, though he couldn’t recall where he had heard this name before. “Elder, this Huang Hai seems to be the Runing family member who challenged Bishop back then!” one of the Beikal family elders reminded Woodlo. “Oh, is it him?!” With the elder’s reminder, Woodlo finally remembered this Huang Hai. Back then, the story of Huang Hai challenging Bishop had spread widely in the Netherworld, especially among families like the Beikal, and Woodlo still remembered him. “Elder Kennedy, is this Huang Hai the one who challenged Bishop back then?” Woodlo asked Kennedy with a smile. The heads of other families, such as the Terence family’s Herbert, also looked at Kennedy, clearly having remembered who this famous Huang Hai was.

However, if they remember correctly, this Huang Hai was just a mid-tier god when he challenged Bi Xiaopu back then, right?