Nearly every top First Level God King in the Chaos Sea had gathered here.
Across the hundred Investiture Mountains, fierce clashes of power erupted atop more than seventy peaks.
The light of laws intertwined and blazed, washing the sky in shifting colors, while the thunder of colliding Divine Arts rose and fell.
Any one of these duels would have caused a sensation in the outside world and kept countless cultivators talking.
Yet on this battlefield, where the hundred strongest of their level had gathered, such battles seemed almost ordinary.
By comparison, the top thirty Investiture Mountains were much quieter.
Everyone who held a place among them was a monster among monsters, their strength unfathomable. Few dared challenge them lightly, unless they had absolute confidence in themselves.
With no challenger approaching, Jiang Ping An sat cross-legged atop the twenty-fifth peak. His eyes were closed as he cultivated, while his Divine Sense spread out to observe the battles on the other peaks.
Most of the God Kings present came from the nine hegemonic powers. By watching the Divine Arts they used, he could learn in advance what methods the strongest opponents might possess. That would be crucial in the coming contest for the top ten.
He still did not know how the top ten would be decided, or whether he would have to fight those supreme experts. Learning more about the techniques of the nine powers could do no harm.
During the final three days, the God Kings still locked in combat fought with everything they had for their last chance.
Dong—!
When the three days ended, a strange drumbeat rang through the Investiture of the Gods World. It seemed to come from ancient times and pierced straight through the soul.
Then an ethereal voice, devoid of all emotion, sounded:
"The time