Guyu Royal Court.
The fighting below was in full swing, and the black temple was abuzz with discussion.
Majestic, towering figures sat upon thrones, chatting and laughing.
Their auras were vast and mighty. Every one of them was a Saint.
"That Void-level youngster from the Wo'ou Tribe uses his secret technique rather well. He temporarily split off two Clones to fight. That makes it three against one."
"Bai Wen, that's a junior from your clan, isn't it? You can tell from that bloodline at a glance."
"Tian Xiao, your clansman isn't bad either. His techniques are quite perfect, though overall, he's slightly inferior to those from before."
Countless Natives were fighting desperately below, while these transcendent beings chatted and laughed.
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
"Participating in the Sacred Sacrifice means nothing, and neither does the number of participants. The more who go and the fewer who are chosen, the more disgraceful it is. I wonder how many will be chosen by the Sacred Mountain this time." A ferocious beast spoke. It was the largest present, its entire body covered in pitch-black armor, its eyes blood-red as well.
The Guyu Royal Court publicly had twenty-eight major tribes, but in truth, there were far more Chaos Master-level beings than that.
For instance, a major tribe could have more than one Chaos Master.
There were also solitary wanderers with no interest in founding a tribe or joining a royal court.
The Royal Court Assembly was also a grand event for these Chaos Masters, and most of them paid some attention to it.
Even if their true bodies did not attend, they would condense a Clone to appear.
Later on, if any promising talents emerged, even the great King might appear to offer encouragement.
The many Chaos Master-level Native beings in the temple