Late at night three days later, the Hundred Heroes Gathering, which had drawn the attention of countless people across the land and brought together many top young experts from the Sacred Dynasty and even the Vassal States, commenced in Daylight City as scheduled.
As its name implied, the Hundred Heroes Gathering was a grand event for young experts to compete against one another, and it had long stipulated that anyone over sixty was ineligible to participate.
For those in the martial world who had achieved success in cultivation, being under sixty truly still counted as relatively young—similar to being under thirty in our modern era.
Any expert who reached the Gang Qi Realm could live to one hundred and forty without much difficulty, provided they did not constantly fight to the death and accumulate injuries all over their body. As long as Heavenly Human Realm experts safely passed the three calamities of Heaven, Earth, and Man, living to three hundred was no issue. Sixty truly was still young.
At this very moment, it was midnight, yet the entirety of Daylight City still resembled broad daylight. It was even brighter than the scorching sunlight on a clear day, and the streets were packed with people and traffic.
Many taverns and teahouses along the streets had lowered thick door curtains and window drapes to block out the light outside. Then, they lit lamps indoors and allowed their patrons to drink and celebrate to their hearts' content.
Compared with lamplight, the outdoor radiance of Daylight City was clearly harder to endure. At least for those who had lived here for a long time, it was an unbearable ordeal. They had practically lost the night altogether.
Yet compared with the torment and hardship of losing the night, the rich power of Heaven and Earth