Time passed, and August arrived before long.
The Federal Competition was in full swing. The major seeded teams battled fiercely, and after round after round of elimination matches, the competition had finally entered the round-robin stage.
One of Liu Xiaoxiao's clones sat in an inconspicuous spot in the stands, leisurely sipping a drink as he watched the match below.
This was a battle in the Adult Group. On one side stood Tang Wulin; on the other was a seeded contestant from Golden Dawn.
Golden Dawn had been formed by numerous Soul Master organizations. Taken together, the strength of their younger generation even surpassed that of the Spirit Pagoda. However, since they had only been assembled temporarily, they had yet to develop much coordination and needed more time to work together. After this Federal Competition, by the time of the Ten Sages Grand Competition, Golden Dawn's team would presumably possess a certain degree of competitiveness.
To be honest, although the Federal Competition was only halfway through, he could already more or less tell who the eventual winner would be.
Part of that came from his assessment of the various teams, while part came from his vague perception of Destiny.
Feng Xiu was also seated beside him, watching the match. He now appeared as the master of the Ultimate Palace and a reclusive God-Tier Expert. Although he had not undergone a lightning tribulation when becoming a god, they could arrange for him to experience one at any time to rebuild his foundation. Still, he needed to make ample preparations before daring to undergo the tribulation.
Feng Xiu had provided the distribution of the Holy Spirit Cult's remaining forces. While sweeping through Netherworld Space, they had conveniently wiped out those remnants as well. What came next was guiding potential Evil Soul Masters, a