The Void Calendar, 2728!

At midnight, with the dull sound of bells floating to every corner of the city, it also announced that a new era for mankind has arrived.

The ancient city that was first built by mankind, now known as the rich area, rushed into the sky in an instant with a piercing explosion, and a ball of fire dragging a brilliant tail flame rushed into the sky in an instant.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

A crisp sound spread in all directions, and the fires that rose into the air burst out in an instant, blooming with brilliant fireworks, as gorgeous as fire trees and silver flowers. This also made the whole city boil.

At this moment, only when you are in the rich area can you truly feel the grand occasion of the celebration ceremony. Here, there are lights everywhere and jubilant. Those fat and fresh flowers are also carefully decorated by people and dotted everywhere in the city. And the people who are fortunate enough to live here are all dressed in gorgeous clothes and poured into the noisy streets.

At the beginning of the new year, the most excited are the children, who are cheering one by one, wantonly shuttling through the crowded streets, happily calling friends, enjoying this rare joy.

However, compared to these carefree children, children in the slums are not so lucky.

The children in the slums can only accompany the adults, come to those open-air screens, and feel the real prosperity of the Sifang City through the images.

After all, there is a gap of about 15 kilometers between the slums and the rich, which is enough to completely isolate the joy of the rich areas. That partition is also the existence of the supply area planned by the Sifang City.

Although, the noisy scene presented on the screen seems like a fantasy to the slums. However, from the eager eyes of those children, it can be seen that the beauty there is the greatest wish of their lives.

However, the political group in charge of Sifang City still took care of the feelings of the poor, and for this reason, every year at the celebration ceremony, Sifang City will distribute a can of canned meat to each poor person according to the number of heads. Of course, even the supply of one can per person is enough to consume most of the savings of Sifang City for half a year.

For teenagers like He Yifei, who have received compulsory education, canned meat is not very attractive. In fact, in order to cultivate the future strength of human beings, the Sifang City will regularly provide some real food to the educated, just to ensure that they can thrive.

Even if the current Sifang City can be described as a city celebrating, but at this moment, He Yifei's heart is not happy at all. His mind was all on the immortal sect disciples that were about to unfold.

Over the years, the standards for selecting disciples in the Xianmen are so high and the checks are strict, and He Yifei has also witnessed it with his own eyes. Looking at the huge slums, there are very few teenagers who can be lucky enough to be selected by the Xianmen. And those children who are born in powerful families have a greater chance of being among the immortals.

However, there is still another opportunity for Xianmen to choose apprentices, that is, Xianmen will tap out some talents with dark horse potential according to the performance of some children in the past ten years, and bring them under the door.

However, with such a comprehensive assessment standard, the possibility of a dark horse is also very small. However, it is this faint hope that has become the spiritual pillar of those teenagers who have not achieved satisfactory results.

Once upon a time, He Yifei also secretly thought to himself, can the selection of disciples by the Immortal Sect really be fair?

However, as a member of the poor, He Yifei had no choice. In this life, he is destined to resign himself to fate, and the only thing that can inspire him is the legendary stories of those who once achieved the position of a venerable party by their own strength.

The opening of the celebration ceremony made the entire Sifang City enter a carnival night, and the noise of people's celebrations lingered in the sky above the Sifang City for a long time. And He Yifei did not follow the example of those poor people who entertained themselves. He was just a person, sitting quietly outside the dilapidated shack, looking up at the starry night sky, in a daze.

"It's been ten years, time is like flowing water, and it always slips out of my hands inadvertently!

Looking back on the various assessments in the past ten years, He Yifei has no confidence in his heart at all. After careful calculation, with his current level, there is still a big gap compared to the selection criteria of the Immortal Sect.

"People, it's always when I grow up that I hope I can turn back time! If I am asked to walk the road of the past ten years again, I will definitely redouble my efforts!"

At this last moment, He Yifei hated to be unable to reverse time and return to the time when he was young and ignorant.

However, he couldn't see through it, the road was walked out by himself, even if he was allowed to go back to ten years ago, with his childlike mind at that time, he would only walk out of the same path as now.

Perhaps, this is life, this is fate, this is the road He Yifei didn't want to take, but had to go.

"Yifei, go to sleep, tomorrow morning, you still have to go to the academy to gather!"

I don't know when, He Nong has already appeared behind He Yifei, as a parent, he can best understand He Yifei's mood at this moment.

"Father, I can't sleep!" He Yifei replied in a flat tone.

"Child, whatever the outcome of tomorrow is, it is not enough to be a judgment against you! you are still young, and you still have a lot of time to spare. After all, in the past ten years, you have also put in your own efforts!"

He Nong is very considerate of his son's thoughts, and at this last moment, he just wants to give He Yifei some more encouragement.

"Father, if I really lose the election, is it doomed to my life, and I can only live an ordinary life?"

He Yifei was still struggling at the bottom of his heart, he looked at his father unwillingly, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.

"Child, life is a silent battle, and in this battle, your biggest enemy is yourself!"

Feeling He Yifei's eager gaze, He Nong's right hand instinctively patted him on the shoulder a few times.

"Father, I'm sorry that my son let you down!"

After savoring his father's preaching, He Yifei couldn't bear it anymore, he got up, hugged his father tightly, and the tears that came out of his eyes made his voice whimper.

"Good boy, be strong! No matter what you become in the future, your father will always be here to watch over you! This place will always be your home!"

Henon caressed his son's back and muttered with pity.

"'If the heart does not die, fight for it endlessly!', I He Yifei, as long as I don't die, I will fight for this life!"

At this moment, the young He Yifei put his side face on his father's broad shoulders, and silently made a heavy oath in his heart!

The night is late, the people are quiet, and the slums, which have no choice, gradually lose their cheerful atmosphere. Perhaps, the so-called carnival night has nothing to do with the poor, it is just a gimmick for the wanton indulgence of the powerful, right?