No one knew where the Illusory God Hall truly lay, but every three thousand years, it opened once.
All those holding Illusory God Tokens, no matter where they were in the Spirit Realm, would be drawn into Creation Mountain.
Within Creation Mountain, cultivators of every race had to pass a series of trials before they could have a chance to enter the Illusory God Hall at the summit.
Those who failed the trials would be directly transported out of Creation Mountain and would no longer be qualified to participate in the final rankings.
Every opening of the Illusory God Hall was a grand gathering of the myriad races of the Spirit Realm.
The number of places to enter the Illusory God Hall was tied to one's ranking. The higher the ranking, the more Illusory God Tokens one would receive. Humanity had performed poorly last time, so there were only one hundred Illusory God Tokens this time.
By convention, the Seven Great Families took the lion's share, with each family receiving ten places.
The remaining thirty places would be divided among the military, Heavenly God Academy, and the various Rogue Cultivator factions.
The old man could not help sighing with emotion. "Time truly flies. In the blink of an eye, another three thousand years have passed. When I think back to when I entered the Illusory God Hall, it feels as though it happened only yesterday."
"In three more years, cultivators of every race will be drawn into Creation Mountain. The last failure affected humanity for a full three thousand years. This time, our ranking cannot fall any lower."
A trace of gravity flashed through the young male cultivator's eyes. The Illusory God Hall's ranking was of utmost importance. It not only concerned the number of places available for the next