The defense stage of the Cultivator Assembly had finally begun. Ling Tian and Lian Yue headed toward the Tai Chi Arena together with the others. The defense stage would last for several years, and challengers could come at any time, day or night. Ling Tian and the others probably wouldn't have much time to return to the Yang Stage.
Facing challenges nonstop for several years was undoubtedly a tedious, grueling affair. However, Ling Tian and the others knew it would benefit their cultivation and sharpen their battle instincts, so they had all decided to remain at the arenas. Everyone envied Hua Min'er and Ling Tian: with their arenas next to each other, the two could stave off quite a bit of loneliness.
By the time they reached the Tai Chi Arena, the area was already teeming with people. There were probably hundreds of millions of them. Looking at the densely packed crowds, Ling Tian and the others couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb. Quite a few of these people would challenge the arena masters, which meant they would be facing wave after wave of challengers.
It wouldn't be so bad if they were skilled opponents; that kind of fight could hone their abilities. But most of the challengers would probably be cultivators far weaker than them. Just thinking about all those pointless challenges gave Ling Tian a headache.
Though he was reluctant, Ling Tian still had to take his place on the arena. After saying goodbye to Lian Yue and the others, he headed with Hua Min'er toward arenas number thirty-six and thirty-seven. As for Hu Yao, Zi Tianfei, and the other disciples from prominent sects, they were eager to get onstage and challenge the arena masters. They needed to earn the right to compete.
"Brother Ling Tian,