Demon Dandelion Flowers Bloom, Qingxing Descends the Mountain

As the True Lords finished speaking, the group of Purple Palace Stage contestants immediately summoned their flying swords, transforming into streaks of light that shot toward the Landscapes and Rivers Scroll in the sky. Amid rippling waves, they merged into it perfectly.

The True Lords exerted their power together, and the Landscapes and Rivers Scroll, already stretched to a thousand zhang in length, continued to expand as though it intended to blanket the entire sky. The mountains, rivers, deep valleys, and hidden springs depicted within rose vividly before everyone's eyes.

After being scattered, the fifty contestants from the five major powers were evenly distributed around the edges of the world within the painting. Every landing point had been meticulously arranged; disciples of the same sect were placed far apart, making encounters virtually impossible during the early stages.

Trial grounds had been arranged near each of their landing points. These would be their primary tasks in the early stages: complete the trials, obtain waist tokens, and accumulate individual points.

Only at the thirty-sixth hour, when the locations of the three people holding the most points were exposed, would the conflict truly begin.

While everyone's attention was focused on the Landscapes and Rivers Scroll, Song Changsheng quietly came to Xu Miaoyin's side. He found her face slightly pale, pain faintly visible between her brows, while her Sea of Consciousness was murky and unclear.

"So it was you causing trouble." Song Changsheng saw the crux of the issue at a glance. He gathered dharma power at his fingertip and lightly pressed it against Xu Miaoyin's temple. As his dharma power flowed in, her complexion gradually improved.

"Take a deep breath. It's all right now." Song Changsheng used a Restriction to isolate the surrounding area and spoke softly.

"Master, that thing in my head...