Over ten billion players gathered in a vast swarm at the foot of Divine Mountain.
Looking down from above, the sea of dark heads stretched all the way to the horizon. Even the wilderness around Divine Mountain's base had been trampled until its original color was unrecognizable.
People were packed shoulder to shoulder. Those in front were pushed onward by those behind them, while those in the back had their toes stepped on by even more people behind them.
Curses, shouts, footsteps, and the clashing of magical treasures all blended together, turning the entire wilderness into a boiling cauldron.
Most of them had been forcibly dragged here by the leaders of their respective factions. They had cursed all the way over, only to discover upon arrival that everyone around them was just as confused, so they cursed even harder.
A rogue cultivator yelled in the voice channel, asking what the hell was going on and whether anyone knew. He had been dragged here without even being told why; his alliance leader had only said, "If you don't come, you're out of the sect."
Someone beside him said their sect master had said the same thing. There had even been an old Daoist holding a whisk standing behind their sect master, and the sect master's voice had trembled while speaking.
Someone else corrected him, saying it wasn't an old Daoist but a bald guy holding a— He fell silent after saying that, then started laughing first.
How could a bald guy subdue hundreds of rogue cultivator outposts in such a short time? Who would believe that?
The channel fell silent for a moment before someone said that it didn't matter whether he was an old Daoist or a bald guy. Either way, they had all been dragged here.
As they waited,