Spirit Planting, Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Formation, Sword Dao, Talismans, Beast Taming, Medical Dao, Music, Chess Arts, Calligraphy and Painting, Cooking, Civil Engineering, Water Conservancy, Earth Vein Grooming...
Over a thousand categories began at once.
In the viewing area of the high platform, nine Cloud Beds formed a circle.
A small table stood before each Cloud Bed, piled high with Spirit Fruit, Spiritual Tea, and Spirit Wine. A massive water screen hung in the center, its display divided into over a thousand smaller panels, each broadcasting a different event live.
A smaller water screen floated before each Saint as well, allowing them to watch the events that interested them.
The small water screen before Nuwa was fixed on two scenes.
On the left was Ling Zhuzi. The little fellow stood in line at the entrance to the Pill Dao arena, standing on tiptoe to peer ahead. His tiny face was flushed red with impatience, and every so often he tugged at the sleeve of the Martial Brother beside him to ask when it would be his turn.
On the right was Taihao, an ordinary-looking young man in the Talismans event. He lowered his head as he drew a talisman, his profile focused, his lashes casting shadows beneath his eyes.
Nuwa's gaze rested on Taihao. Even her breathing became exceedingly soft, as though she feared disturbing the figure within the screen.
Jieyin watched her and quietly lifted his teacup for a sip, saying nothing to interrupt her.
Zhunti also stopped teasing Yuanshi. He followed Nuwa's gaze for a look, nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to manipulate his water screen in search of Disciples he fancied.
His thousands of years in the Yaoguang Realm had not been spent for nothing. He had a clear idea of which Disciples were outstanding.
Su Miao sat