Three days later, at the True Martial Platform's Jade Capital Headquarters.
The headquarters, usually solemn and heavily guarded, its grounds closed to outsiders, was now packed with people on a scale never seen before.
Martial Artists streamed in from across Blue Star. Among them were core disciples from the True Martial Platform's branches, sect masters and elders from sects large and small throughout China, and gifted young Rogue Cultivators who had been quietly recommended.
Grandmasters, Martial Kings, Martial Emperors... their cultivation levels varied, as did their ages.
When the final count came in, even Xiao Dingtian was moved—more than one hundred thousand people!
This gathering encompassed virtually ninety-nine percent of the elite in China's Martial Dao world. Perhaps not a full hundred percent, but it surely represented at least ninety percent of China's most talented Martial Artists.
The vast Main Hall square was filled to capacity. Beyond it, Martial Artists stood shoulder to shoulder along the mountain paths, on raised platforms, and across every open space.
As far as the eye could see, heads bobbed in the crowd and Martial Dao auras surged together. It was a magnificent sight.
Many were utterly baffled and murmured among themselves.
"Why has the True Martial Platform suddenly summoned us here?"
"With a gathering like this, nearly every elite in China's Martial Dao world must be here. Could there be some major arrangement for the Supreme Mountain Showdown?"
"Hiss... surely we're not about to go to war?"
They could hardly be blamed for thinking so.
Blue Star's Martial Dao world was far from peaceful, and the True Martial Platform had never assembled a force on this scale.
One hundred thousand Martial Artists had entered Jade Capital.
If they had not been expressly forbidden from revealing the summons, news of it would likely have shaken