This day was no different from any other. Cultivators trained just as they always did.
Suddenly, above the entire Land of Reincarnation, an enormous Spatial Vortex appeared.
Within the Land of Reincarnation, the cultivators discovered the Spatial Vortex at once as well, and looked over with curiosity on their faces.
"Why does this Spatial Vortex feel like the vortices we entered before when going to those special places, places like the Contention Realm?"
"This... Is this the Martial Arts Tournament that one spoke of, about to begin? Or can we enter some Ruins through this vortex?"
The cultivators discussed it curiously, but not a single one dared take the initiative to fly up to the vortex.
At the same time, in Song Zhong's mind, that king's voice rang out: "All cultivators participating in the Martial Arts Tournament are to enter the vortex. In addition, Overseers must participate."
Hearing this, Song Zhong glanced at the vortex, and in his heart, he became even more certain of his previous guess. The God Race was most likely truly hidden within that spatial crevice, because this Spatial Vortex was right between his Overseer Land and the Land of Reincarnation.
Song Zhong paused slightly before speaking down below. "Gods of the Nine Clans, enter the vortex. The Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin."
As he spoke, one of his clones took the lead and flew up from the Land of Reincarnation, heading straight to the edge of the vortex.
Hearing him, the gods of the other Nine Clans also flew up one after another, swiftly heading toward the vortex. Now that they had become gods, they were even more wary of the Saint before them.
After they had obtained this godly power, and after they had grown increasingly familiar with it, they could feel