Early in the morning, a picturesque peak on Mount Buzhou, the sacred mountain of the human race, was already bustling with people coming and going.
The entire peak seemed to have been sliced flat by someone, its surface paved with hard jade into an enormous plaza.
The plaza was already abuzz with voices. At a glance, one could see people of every race gathered there, taking their seats in their respective sections.
Every one of these experts from the various races was high-spirited and brimming with youthful vigor. They were all young elites of their respective races.
Quite a few outstanding descendants from the various human tribes stood by as attendants. Though they were ordinarily considered a generation of Heaven's Chosen, they did not even qualify to take a seat here and could only wait at the side.
Among the human race, only three to five people were qualified to sit among these hundred-odd individuals.
"So strong. Every one of their auras is more terrifying than the last. Is it really possible that they are all under five hundred years old?" A human attendant looked at the hundred-odd powerhouses and could not help trembling with fear.
The several human attendants beside him nodded with lingering dread, wholeheartedly agreeing.
It was not only them. Even the followers these people had brought were each more terrifying than the last. Any one of them, if placed in the outside world, would be a peerless young expert, yet here they could only stand to the side as followers. Compared to these people, they were not much weaker at all.
They had once been proud beyond measure, each a super genius among the human tribes. Otherwise, they would not have been selected to serve at Mount Buzhou of the human race.
Within the human race,