At this moment, the Gods received earth-shattering news all at once.
"What?! The City Lord is going to hold a Chaos Genius Battle, and only beings below the level of Gods are allowed to participate? If they win, they will be personally trained by the City Lord?!"
A God couldn't help but scream in shock.
"No way! The City Lord wants to cultivate geniuses himself?!"
Many Gods were green with jealousy.
How long has it been? How long has it been?!
Since the three sermons in the Eternal Chaos Era, the Chaos City Lord has never personally nurtured life, nor has any Chaos Demon God had the opportunity to listen to his teachings.
Those three sermons have become nothing more than eternal myths, legendary tales passed down among countless lives.
Some younger Gods, born long after those sermons, never had the chance to witness the Lord of Chaos preaching. But now, he wishes to cultivate geniuses? This news is nothing short of a nuclear explosion.
To be honest, even they never had such an honor. They were never given the chance to become the City Lord's disciples. Yet, the young geniuses of this era can? What kind of luck is this?!
"Why does the City Lord suddenly want to cultivate geniuses? Could it be that the ancient Gods are about to return?"
Many Gods suddenly considered this possibility.
They knew many secrets about the Era of Chaos. Back when the City Lord created the world, the Doomsday Catastrophe struck, causing countless Chaos Demon Gods to fall, suffering heavy casualties.
However, these ancient Demon Gods did not truly perish. Instead, they were rescued by the City Lord and cast into the long river of time and space, where they would eventually recover in the distant future.
To be honest, no one dared to underestimate these ancient Demon Gods. The fact that they could reach the level of Gods in the Era of Chaos without relying on Hongmeng Purple Qi was proof of their terrifying power.
The current Gods were merely the descendants of those ancient Demon Gods.
If those ancient Demon Gods were to recover, no one knew what would happen.
Especially the legendary master of the Giant Axe Arena, the Demon God Pangu. If he were to return, he could cause earth-shattering changes across the heavens and myriad worlds.
"No, no. I have calculated the time. Now is not yet the moment for their return. It will take much longer."
A God shook his head, dismissing the idea.
"I'm afraid the City Lord is more concerned about the growing power of the Grotesque Doomsday, which is why he has decided to personally train the younger generations."
A God speculated about Gu Chuan's intentions.
"Those young ones are truly fortunate—to be trained by the City Lord himself. What an adventure!"
"No, no, you've misunderstood. The City Lord is not personally accepting disciples. Instead, he is instructing the three major organizations—the Giant Axe Arena, the World Bank, and the Chaos Mercenary Association—to host the competition.
Geniuses from across the heavens and myriad worlds can participate. The 3,000 winners will be able to join these three major organizations and then be trained in Chaos City.
Furthermore, this Chaos Genius Battle will not be a one-time event—it will be held once every 10,000 epochs. However, each life will only have three chances to participate."**
"But these geniuses vary greatly in age and cultivation levels.
Some are Immortals, some are Earth Immortals, Celestial Immortals, Immemorial Golden Immortals, or even Quasi-Saints.
If a low-level participant encounters someone with a much higher Cultivation Base, wouldn't that be unfair?"
"It doesn't matter. This time, competitors will be grouped according to their cultivation ranks. Each rank will have 3,000 champions, and the higher the ranking, the greater the rewards."
"It is said that this Chaos Genius Battle will be divided into three rounds—the Preliminary Round, the Rematch, and the Finals. In each round, a massive number of competitors will be eliminated. It will be an absolute bloodbath."
"Of course, it's a bloodbath! Anyone who manages to break through the competition among so many geniuses will undoubtedly become an extraordinary figure."
Many Gods discussed the matter excitedly.
"According to the City Lord's decree, all geniuses who make it into the top 3,000 must be recruited as disciples by the Demon Gods, who will impart their cultivation knowledge and experience."
A Chaos Demon God spoke in a deep voice.
"Recruit disciples?!"
The surrounding Gods fell silent, their eyes flickering with mixed emotions.
To be honest, they barely had enough time to focus on their own cultivation—how could they possibly have time to teach disciples? Wasn't this just nonsense?!
But this was the City Lord's decree. They had no choice but to obey.
However, when they thought about it carefully, they realized that among these countless geniuses, every single one would be exceptionally talented. Recruiting such disciples wouldn't be a loss—it could even be highly beneficial.
The relationship between master and disciple was stronger than most other bonds.
If they gathered enough disciples, they could eventually form their own Sect Forces—without suffering any disadvantages.
"The City Lord also declared that whoever recruits more disciples and successfully nurtures powerful ones will receive a special reward from him."
A God announced.
"What?!"
The surrounding Gods went crazy. A reward from the City Lord?!
That was simply unimaginable! Just for the sake of that reward, they had to compete fiercely.
After all, it was just a matter of recruiting disciples. They didn't even need to teach them properly—just let them cultivate on their own! There was no downside at all.
"Since this is the City Lord's command, we must devote ourselves wholeheartedly and never regret it!"
"Recruit disciples? I've already reserved all these geniuses for myself!"
"Grandpa Bao, what do you mean by 'reserved'?! You can't just hog them all! Have some shame!"
"Hehe, from the way you talk, it's clear you only know how to cultivate and have no idea how to guide disciples. If those geniuses fall into your hands, it would be a complete waste!"
"Nonsense! The disciples I've trained have lived longer than you! How dare you question my teaching abilities?!"
Many Gods started yelling, nearly breaking into a fight.
Everyone understood the benefits of this situation. If they could win the City Lord's favor, they could rise to power in an instant.
For example, the King of the Flame Hammer once offered an unknown treasure to the City Lord. As a result, the City Lord personally refined the Divine Prison for him.
Now, that Flame Hammer King had become the Prison King, a well-known figure across the heavens and myriad worlds.
Everyone had to curry favor with him.
If someone offended him, he could simply imprison them in the Divine Prison for billions of years—an existence worse than death itself.
"Alright, alright. Don't try to forcefully recruit disciples. The City Lord has made it clear—the geniuses will choose their own teachers. If any of you fail to be chosen, then you simply aren't qualified to be their masters."
A God declared.
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, the faces of many Gods turned green.
They were exalted Gods, yet they were to be chosen by a bunch of juniors who hadn't even attained the Dao yet? How humiliating!
But since this was the City Lord's decree, they had no choice but to accept it.
This was the rule.