The Competition Is About to Begin, the Black Box

Another eight busy days slipped quietly by, as though in the blink of an eye.

Yet for everyone throughout the Dagan Dynasty, those eight days felt exceptionally long.

In one more day, the highly anticipated Centennial Competition of the Dagan Dynasty would officially begin.

At this moment, the entire Imperial City was shrouded in a unique atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

In the streets and alleys, whether cultivators belonging to some faction or Rogue Cultivators with no backing at all, they gathered in groups of two or three, whispering among themselves as discussions rose and fell without end.

They were all speculating over who the ultimate victor of this competition would be.

Within the imperial palace, the ministers bustled back and forth like busy bees, nervously preparing every matter related to the competition.

They carefully inspected every step, overlooking not even the slightest detail, striving to make everything as perfect as possible.

From arranging the competition procedures to receiving the contestants, from seating the spectators to implementing security measures, every task was meticulously planned and carried out.

The magnificent arena had already been prepared. Its towering stands resembled lofty mountains, displaying the majesty and solemnity of the imperial family.

Colorful banners fluttered in the breeze with a snapping rustle, their dazzling hues seeming to recount the glory and honor of the competition.

The crowds surrounding the arena swelled like an incoming tide. They had come from all corners of the land, filled with excitement and impatient to witness this grand event that came only once in a century.

Some had even claimed advantageous spots early on, all so they could watch the matches more clearly.

Others excitedly discussed the thrilling battles to come, their eyes brimming with anticipation.

Inside the imperial palace, the Emperor wore an ornate dragon robe as