Numerous young cultivators gathered in the great city, arguing among themselves over who was Heaven Province's strongest prodigy.
As the representative figure among independent cultivators, Xuantian was fervently praised by countless independent cultivators, all believing that he would shine brilliantly in the Immortal Ancient Small World.
After so much time had passed, his glorious achievements had long spread throughout the Three Thousand Dao Provinces. Even the Immortal Palace heir, as insurmountable as a mountain, had been defeated. Who else could stop him?
Xuantian stepped out of the teleportation array and walked through the streets. Without even needing to probe with his divine sense, he could clearly hear everyone's arguments.
He did not care about any of it. Everything would be proven in the Immortal Ancient Small World. With a faint smile, he headed straight for the gathering place of all participants.
This was an enormous arena, vast beyond compare. It stretched as far as the eye could see, densely packed without end. More than ten million cultivators had gathered here, yet it did not seem crowded, with ample space between them.
The arena was extraordinary, having been opened up by ancient sages. Mysterious runes flickered around it to protect the participants and prevent talented individuals from being murdered during the competition.
Xuantian followed the crowd slowly into the arena. So long as he did not release his aura, no one could easily recognize him. At the very least, none of the Heavenly Gods present could.
The arenas in each province merely selected cultivators whose backgrounds were not powerful enough, giving the cultivators of each province a measure of hope.
The more outstanding figures generally did not need to compete. They had long proven their strength and could enter Immortal Ancient directly.
At the same time, numerous ancient freaks who had