Since Ancient Times, Who Has Not Died?

There were still eight days until the Centennial Competition, yet the atmosphere throughout the Imperial City seemed to be clenched tighter and tighter by an invisible giant hand, growing ever more tense.

Cultivators from every faction were like warriors about to march into battle, each rubbing their fists and palms together, fighting flames blazing in their eyes.

They were ready to show their skills in this grand competition and win glory for themselves and their respective factions.

Meanwhile, Chen Ze remained quietly within the Myriad Things Space, silently watching everything unfolding in the Imperial City with his full attention.

After going through a series of twists and turns, Qingyun Sect's group finally found suitable lodging.

Once they had settled in, Elder Li Qiang immediately gathered Chen Fan and the others for a brief yet solemn meeting.

Elder Li Qiang wore a grave expression as he said sternly, "This competition is anything but ordinary. Its importance and difficulty far surpass those of the past.

You must all remain highly vigilant and must not slack off in the slightest.

During the competition, give it your all and bring out your greatest strength, but always pay attention to your own safety as well.

We represent Qingyun Sect and bear the sect's honor and expectations upon our shoulders. We absolutely cannot bring shame upon the sect."

Chen Fan and the others nodded solemnly, showing that they understood both the elder's painstaking intentions and the heavy responsibility they bore.

After the meeting ended, Yu Xingsi and the others began using every moment to adjust their condition and fully prepare for the coming competition.

Chen Fan also sat cross-legged in a quiet corner, his eyes tightly shut.

He appeared to be adjusting his condition, but in truth, he was recalling the familiar auras he had encountered