The journey from Republic Star to the entrance of the Selection Tournament battlefield took twenty-one days by spacecraft.
By the time the human camp arrived at the battlefield entrance, some races had already arrived ahead of them, while others were still on their way.
This time, the human team was led by Gu Ding's acquaintance—Deputy Speaker Crowley.
The moment the spacecraft arrived, Crowley's voice rang clearly through every room aboard it.
"We have arrived at the entrance to the Selection Tournament battlefield. There are four days left until the battlefield opens. Make good use of these final days to rest and recover, adjust yourselves to peak condition as quickly as possible, and prepare for the upcoming Selection Tournament!"
Gu Ding and the others naturally heard the announcement, but Gu Ding was more concerned about a different piece of news.
"We received intelligence that someone found what may be the Origin Flame. The problem is that there isn't enough time. Sending someone to locate the exact coordinates and retrieve it would take at least a week, and then delivering it here would take another month at minimum." Although Sea Emperor had finally brought good news, it had clearly come too late.
"Four days from now, all participants must enter the Selection Tournament battlefield within an hour, or the entrance will close," Sea Emperor reminded him again.
"I know..." Gu Ding frowned deeply. After a long while, he raised his head again. "How about we have Robert sit this one out and wait for the next tournament a hundred years from now? We can wait for him in the Main Plane!"
"Do you think Robert would agree?" Sea Emperor shook his head. "Besides, it is only suspected to be the Origin Flame. According to the information, someone merely caught a glimpse of