The Hundred Academies Grand Tournament Begins

After a familiar bout of spinning dizziness, Zhao Sheng opened his eyes to find himself in an immortal realm like an earthly paradise, with green mountains, clear waters, and immortal clouds drifting through the air.

Straight ahead, towering majestic peaks pierced the clouds, their heads and tails answering one another as they stretched unbroken to the end of his sight.

Every peak shone with myriad rays of rosy light and thousands of auspicious colors, illuminating hundreds and thousands of miles. Countless Spirit Clouds coiled through the forests, while immortal cranes and spirit birds flew past amid the clouds, their clear cries echoing between heaven and earth.

At that moment, he stood atop a mountain peak, gazing out at the distant ranges. From time to time, streams of colored light streaked across the sky and descended onto the summits of various peaks, like meteors passing through the heavens—an exceptionally magnificent sight.

Farther away, a thousand mountains vied in splendor, layer upon layer of ridges and peaks rising amid swirling clouds and mist. Immortal aura hung thick in the air, presenting the grand spectacle of a Blessed Land.

Compared to those towering, majestic spirit peaks in the distance, the mountain beneath him was only a little over three thousand zhang tall. Its divine light was dim and its spiritual energy thin, clearly far inferior.

The North Sea Dao Institute had been founded for only eight thousand years. The fortune spirit peak it manifested was vastly less immense and resplendent than those of the older established Dao Institutes.

After staring for a while, Zhao Sheng finally came back to himself. He raised a hand to straighten his Daoist robe and crown, then rode a cloud of auspicious vapor toward the basin surrounded by mountains.

This basin was covered by a sea of white