On this day in the First Realm of the Desolate Saint Realm, winds and clouds churned. Mysterious currents of energy surged through heaven and earth, as a grand event capable of shaking the entire realm quietly began to unfold.
The Desolate Tomb, an ancient secret realm tempered by untold ages, had always been regarded as the supreme treasure ground in the hearts of cultivators throughout the realm.
Legend had it that the depths of the Desolate Tomb concealed endless opportunities: ancient inheritances, heaven-piercing treasures, divine body-tempering liquids, and even rare wonders of heaven and earth capable of helping one break through the shackles of their realm. All of them might be found within.
For that very reason, every opening of the Desolate Tomb drew the winds and clouds of the entire First Realm together. This time, the occasion was more magnificent than ever before.
The four entrances in the southeast, northwest, and northeast had long since been packed with crowds.
As far as the eye could see, heads bobbed like waves and shoulders pressed against shoulders. The clamor shot straight into the clouds, nearly overturning the heavens themselves.
Sects, lineages, and hidden powers from the nine great regions of the First Realm had all sent forth the most outstanding prodigies of their ranks.
Some wore brilliant battle armor, some flowing Taoist robes, while others were wrapped in ancient beast hides. Their varied garments competed in splendor, framing faces that were young yet incomparably resolute.
Among the crowd were countless races. Human Race cultivators stood tall and upright, their brows carrying a vast and righteous air.
Demon Race experts were broad and powerful, wild pressure radiating from their bodies as sharp light flashed within their beastly eyes.
The Devil Race descendants, meanwhile, possessed strange and sinister auras. Black robes covered their