Within a hundred-kilometer radius of Lu Xi Yang's center, thick white fog shrouded the area, and a gigantic Circus of Fate appeared out of thin air.
A spacious landing field had also been set up around the circus, allowing purple airships of all sizes from across the world to land. A large number of strangely dressed clowns were receiving important figures from every corner of the world.
Aside from purple airships, anything that came within twenty kilometers of the circus would be instantly destroyed by an overwhelming energy shock.
The purple airship carrying two hundred people from the Dihua Ability Institute arrived and was immediately met by several clowns of varying heights and builds.
"Specialist members over thirty, please use the adult passage. Ordinary disciples, please use the disciple passage. Be sure to follow our circus's rules, or Lord Mask will be very unhappy."
"Specialists, rest assured. I'll be responsible for the disciples' safety."
Second Seat Mystic Arts Ling Youna wore an ornate mage robe and carried a staff. She could sense the intense magical aura in the Lu Xi Yang region and could easily cast a genuine Meteor Spell.
"Ling Youna, Hao Long, take responsibility for the disciples together. Be extremely careful. Even Dean Shen Tu couldn't extricate himself from dealing with the powerful existence that built the Circus of Fate!"
A vice dean with the highest status among the accompanying members of the Dihua Ability Institute spoke.
"Understood."
Although Mystic Arts Ling Youna appeared completely confident on the surface, she understood the current situation better than most.
The "magic orb" in Mystic Arts Ling Youna's hand could establish contact with the Magic Church across the world. Even mages of higher status than her had been unable to escape this summons and had come to the circus fully armed.