"The great calamity has begun."
The burly old man with golden hair and a golden beard slowly opened his eyes.
Divine light burst from his revolving golden pupils.
The moment that radiance appeared, heaven and earth seemed cast in gold, awash in dazzling golden splendor.
He wore the Nine-Yang Flame God Cloud-Riding Robe, his hair bound beneath a violet-gold sacred crown. His towering body stood straight as an ancient tree.
It was as though he had already been standing here for a long time.
A phantom figure walked out of the void. "Your departure violates the rules. Your family ancestor has already spoken: only Dao Sons may contend for the Soul Banner this time. To truly make that artifact spirit submit, one must be a genuine heaven's chosen—and their cultivation realm must be sufficiently lower than the artifact spirit's."
The old man smiled.
What nonsense about making the treasure truly submit.
They simply believed it was a sacred weapon that had advanced through a stroke of fortune, not worth making a move over.
Once a Dao Sovereign acted, the nature of the matter changed.
The Dao Sovereign ancestors of every faction were their true foundations.
Should anything go wrong, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Moreover, the Yu family itself had two powerful Dao Sovereigns holding the fort, as well as a divine weapon with an artifact spirit, enough to deter anyone. Since this was their territory, the Yu family of the Ancient Immortal Tower held the advantages of timing, terrain, and popular support, and they had the colossal Ancient Immortal Tower at their backs. That was why everyone had agreed to this pact.
This time, the Great Sage led the Heavenly Sun Divine Sect's delegation.
The other factions were surely the same.
"I am not going to contend for it."