At the Martial Arts Arena, all the participating lineages and sects pricked up their ears and listened attentively to the rules.
Although many sects were not participating for the first time, they still took the rules quite seriously.
Luo Wuling spent half an hour explaining all the rules and answering the questions from every side. Only after none of the participating martial artists had any questions did he say, "Good. Since none of you have any questions, then I ask the elders of every sect and school to come forward and draw your numbers."
Luo Wuling waved his hand, and one hundred and twenty-eight spheres of light appeared out of thin air before him. They were shrouded in thick white mist, making it impossible to see what was inside.
"I hope we draw a weaker sect or lineage. At least then we can make it through the first round."
Liu Fuyun let out a heavy sigh, rose, and walked toward the Martial Arts Arena.
Unless someone tampered with the process, drawing lots was purely a matter of luck.
Good or bad luck could determine the course of a martial contest between a given sect and lineage.
For example... whoever drew the Evil Moon Sect would have suffered eight lifetimes' worth of bad luck.
Drawing the Wind and Snow Villa or the Yunling Li Family would have been bad enough too.
The Returning Moon Sect and Purple Dawn Sect had not produced many outstanding geniuses in recent years, but their foundations were deep. Meeting them would still have been very difficult.
As Liu Fuyun walked toward the Martial Arts Arena, the elders and disciples of every sect and school also headed there.
More than a hundred elders casually plucked a sphere of light from before Luo Wuling. After crushing the radiance,