Noticing where Li Tianming was looking, Ji Ziling took the initiative to explain. "Over there are the seats for sects from the Outer Territory participating in the Myriad Sects Imperial War. They have a good view and their own separate section. That's a pretty good arrangement, considering how many more people are packed together down below."
Li Tianming looked away and smiled faintly. "There's no need for our elders to come."
Ji Ziling and Ji Qingyue's eyes shifted. Both knew what he meant.
The title of First-Tier Subsidiary Sect could protect the Heavenly Emperor Sect and the others to a degree, but it did not make them untouchable.
Only absolute strength could give them true confidence. That was an unchanging law of the universe.
So the leaders of the Heavenly Emperor Sect, Myriad Forms War Sect, Chaos Dao Ruins, and Ten Thousand Stars Imperial Gate had not come, in case something unexpected happened.
In fact, almost none of the powerful figures from Outer Territory sects who had come to watch still had juniors competing in the Myriad Sects Imperial War.
The Outer Territory contestants simply had access to a separate viewing stand, so they had decided not to waste the chance to watch the top geniuses clash.
What Li Tianming and the others had seen so far was fairly ordinary, until a stir suddenly rose among the crowd.
Li Tianming followed everyone's gaze toward the Myriad Sects Imperial Tower.
High in the tower were private rooms with excellent views. Through their windows, he could faintly make out figures of extraordinary bearing.
Each was plainly formidable at a glance, and each possessed the bearing of an emperor. It came naturally to cultivators of the imperial path.
Every one of them might have been more than a level above the likes of