Countless factions rushed over upon hearing the news, gathering in one place.
At first, there were only a few independent cultivators.
The leader among them was merely a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
As time passed, more and more people gathered here, and even disciples from saintly sects descended upon the place.
From the Chan Sect, the one leading them was its Senior Disciple Brother, Guangchengzi.
From the west, the leader was Ananda.
Even the Demon Court, which had only recently reestablished itself in the prehistoric world, had sent Kunpeng to lead a team here.
With so many prehistoric cultivators gathered in one place, the situation underwent a drastic change and became incomparably oppressive.
The wind had filled the tower, heralding the coming storm!
I, of the Interception Sect, Want Three Spots
"If this continues, we won't stand a chance!"
Seeing so many renowned factions of the prehistoric world send people over, the independent cultivators who had arrived first all frowned deeply.
The newcomers all belonged to the foremost factions of the prehistoric world, so naturally they did not dare offend them.
Even after being squeezed into the outermost corners, they could only smile bitterly and sigh at one another.
"I fear there are more than just those before us!"
They looked into the sky, where countless figures were speeding in from every direction, and knew that this time, they truly had no chance at all.
Sure enough, not long afterward.
Several figures rushed over, followed at once by a hearty voice.
"Haha, Zhao Gongming made it in time after all. Good, good—at least certain lofty people didn't get here first!"
His voice arrived before he did.
Guangchengzi's expression darkened when he heard that voice.
Looking closely, he saw Zhao Gongming descend with several Interception Sect disciples, smiling broadly at him.