As Ye Qiu expected, the background of this myth is indeed behind this organization, and it is still so big.

Ye Qiu also remembered that he was on the Bohai Sea and tortured the three sons of gods. At that time, Ye Qiu thought that the power of the Greek gods on earth was very weak, so he didn't care at all. But today, they also had power in the dark.

"Ye, don't keep staring at the statue of the gods. This is very impolite and will be punished by the gods. It is said that there is divine power on the Siren Island."

When Erin saw Ye Qiu staring at the twelve statues, she immediately spoke quickly to stop Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu nodded, withdrew his gaze calmly, and smiled and said, "I'm just curious, are these the twelve gods of Olympus? But isn't the remains of the Olympus gods on Mount Olympus?"

Hearing Ye Qiu's question, Udir, who came with the three of them, walked up to the front, bent down to the twelve statues, and then turned back to Ye Qiu and said seriously: "The power of the gods left in the world is not something that we mortals can understand, and Siren Island is the temple where the Sun God and the God of Music are located in the world. Boy, you are just an ordinary person and do not understand the rules of Siren Island, so you'd better watch less, say less, read more, listen more, and listen more. This will not harm you, otherwise it doesn't matter if you cause trouble, don't implicate us."

Ye Qiu frowned slightly.

Erin hurriedly said to Udir: "Uncle Udir, we understand."

Then Erin whispered to Ye Qiu: "Ye, don't be angry. Uncle Udir has no malice, but his personality is quite straightforward. Siren Island is indeed different from other places. There are its own rules here."

Ye Qiu stretched his eyebrows, shook his head and smiled, "It's okay."

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from the entire square.

"Boom boom boom!"

Everyone in the square was attracted by the eyes, and then they saw a thick and strong stone pillar suddenly rising from the flat ground in the center of the square, with an old man in a white robe standing on it.

"Prophet! Prophet!"

"Prophet! Prophet!"

Seeing the old man appear, the square suddenly cheered with tsunamis, and Udir also looked excited and began to cheer frantically.

Ye Qiu's pupils shrank. This guy could clearly feel a hidden fluctuation of power in the old man, with a strength comparable to that of the Nascent Soul Stage, and his brows frowned.

There are such masters here. If he recovers, the old man Ye Qiu can kill him with one finger, but if he says that Ye Qiu is no match for this guy now.

The old man pressed his hands down, and the entire square seemed to have been pressed, and it became soundless in an instant. This shows that the authority of this "prophet" is extraordinary.

The old man had a gentle smile on his face and said, "The annual competition is about to begin, and everyone has learned a good news. I have conveyed it to everyone through channels. The gods have given their will. The blessings of the God of Le will be brought down to the world and give the first place in this competition. He will become the spokesperson for Lord Le Shen in the world."

The audience became even more eager to hear the old man's words and cheered.

"Long live the God of Joy!"

"Long live the God of Joy!"

Everyone seemed to know the benefits of Moon God's blessing, and they were even more excited.

The old man seemed very satisfied with the reaction from the audience. His hands slowly spread out, and his eyes flashed with a wise light, and he said loudly: "Now, I announce that the competition has officially begun. Please ask the gods to lower the question."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a golden linen flew out from the temple in the distance and floated in mid-air.

"Create an original piece of music without limiting the theme or time. As long as the piece is reviewed and approved by the statue, you can pass the first level and get the opportunity to enter the temple."

And the next moment, countless stone platforms instantly floated above the square, and a piece of white paper and a quill were placed on the seats. The square seemed to be able to identify who was the contestant, and instantly isolated non-competitors.

When the contestants saw the test questions, they looked tight, and then instantly found the seat they entered and began to hurry up the exam.

Everyone attaches great importance to this competition.

"Please check the statue!"

Before everyone could sit down, someone had already called for handing over the paper.

Everyone was shocked.

"That's Timoth of the Kark family. Damn, how could this guy be so fast?"

"Wait...Is this guy using the song he created before?"

But then, a ray of light flashed on the image of the god representing Apollo, and a red light flashed on the surface of the student who submitted the paper.

The old man on the stone pillar looked at the hand-in-hand with appreciation Timothy smiled and said, "Seventh level...pass!"

Then the student who handed in the paper disappeared from the spot with a proud smile.

Everyone reacted.

"Ah, this guy, it's okay to use the songs he created!"

"I understand. The test questions are original, but they didn't say they were live creations! It's okay to use the previous songs!"

The scene suddenly became extremely panicked. No one knew what the benefits were in the temple. If you could go in first, you might get what you would get.

So all these contestants started writing quickly.

Erin and Bass were also writing quickly, but when Erin saw Ye Qiu, she found that Ye Qiu had no intention of writing at all. She immediately said anxiously: "Ye, what are you doing? Just write your Beethoven virus, you will definitely pass the test!"

Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "You write first, I'm not in a hurry."

Ye Qiu was actually searching next to each table, hoping to find Han Yuzhu's figure.

At this time, someone started handing in the papers again, but this time, the image of the gods flashed with green light after marking the papers.

The old man said even more satisfied: "Very good, fifth grade pass."

When Erin saw Ye Qiu's indifferent look, she gritted her teeth and started writing her own songs.

The older the more people hand in the papers.

However, at this time, a candidate's paper flashed with a white light, and the prophet shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, this candidate was eliminated!"

"What? How could it be? Wait... Prophet, I have better songs! Wait..."

This student probably was confused and left a good song behind and thought it might be useful, but unexpectedly he was eliminated.

But before the student could finish his words, he was sent out of the examination room.

The prophet shook his head and said, "Please be careful, all candidates have their best works, there is only one chance, don't waste it."
Chapter completed!