The Cosmic Holy War finals venue could accommodate several million spectators and was divided into several Spectator Platforms, some conventional and some suspended in the air.
Two words: grand and imposing!
As the sect master of one of the competing sides, Jun Changxiao was arranged on a suspended platform north of the Sparring Platform.
His view was broad and unobstructed, allowing him to witness the entire battle process without blind spots.
By comparison, the ordinary Spectator Platforms seemed much shabbier. Due to their positions, they could only see a small portion of the Sparring Platforms.
Fortunately, the organizers had deployed an Imaging Array. One enormous Light Screen, accompanied by countless smaller ones, stood high in the sky, allowing spectators to keep track of every Sparring Platform at any time.
"What a grand gesture."
Jun Changxiao sat down and surveyed the entire venue.
The construction of the Sparring Platforms especially stunned him. Aside from the main venue, there were twelve trapezoidal arenas surrounding it. From above, they looked exactly like a Five Elements and Eight Trigrams diagram.
"After all, these are the Cosmic Holy War finals. Naturally, they need to look the part," the system said.
Jun Changxiao said, "One day, I'll hold the Sect Competition on this scale too, and have martial artists from across the entire universe come watch!"
"The host should worry more about his disciples. The Demon Emperor may not dare to act personally, but he might incite his adopted sons to strike ruthlessly," the system said.
"I believe they can face anything."
As he spoke, Jun Changxiao seemingly casually glanced at the distant Demon Emperor opposite him. By coincidence, the other party looked over as well. Their gazes met at once, sparking with electric light.
Just as they seemed about to collide and produce sparks of