Gathering, Prodigies Like Clouds and Rain

Compared to the grand, majestic entrances of the super-large factions, the arrival of those small factions was like a drop of water merging into rivers, lakes, and seas.

They appeared utterly inconspicuous.

Yet they all more or less knew their place, and the powerful auras intertwining around them still left their minds trembling uncontrollably.

It was truly an eye-opening and deeply shocking sight, enough to make them feel ashamed of their own inadequacy.

As for that last state of mind, factions with at least one Earth Supreme, or even those with quasi-Earth Supremes, had it somewhat easier and could quickly adjust their mindset.

But factions whose strongest members were only lower, middle, or even upper Human Supremes needed a long time to recover.

"What a lively scene."

Chang He, who had met Lu Ming in the Twilight Graveyard, had now arrived. The Taiyun Sect he belonged to was the ruler of a realm, though merely of a lower-grade realm.

Its strongest member was only an upper Human Supreme—the current Grand Elder of the Taiyun Sect.

Chang He himself had also managed to reach the upper Human Supreme realm just in time. Moreover, the student had surpassed the master, becoming the strongest person in the Taiyun Sect.

This was thanks to the harvest he had obtained in the Twilight Graveyard, which had allowed him to make such tremendous progress.

Yet the moment he arrived here, he once again felt exceedingly small.

"Though this is a grand occasion that comes once every hundred years, each time it gathers the Human Race's most elite prodigies and countless experts. Naturally, it is extraordinarily lively."

Beside him, the already very aged Grand Elder of the Taiyun Sect could not help but sigh as well.

Originally, he had thought that the emergence of Chang He—a peerless