Ever since he had reached the Tribulation Realm, he had eaten only when he occasionally wanted to indulge his appetite.
Or when he took spiritual medicines that benefited his cultivation.
He had long since given up ordinary food.
Most days, he was either handling sect affairs or immersed in cultivation.
He especially loved the clear sense of growing stronger with each day he cultivated.
The night slipped quietly away.
The next day, Cloud Sea Plaza teemed with people.
Apart from the few who had yet to return from their travels, nearly every Qingyun Sect disciple had gathered there—more than three thousand in all!
Of those, over thirteen hundred had reached at least the fourth level of the Yuqing Realm.
More than a hundred stewards had reached Grand Completion of Yuqing Realm, and over a dozen elders with profound cultivation in the Shangqing Realm were also in attendance!
Such were the deep reserves of the Qingyun Sect, one of the three great powers of the Orthodox Dao!
And with the world-renowned Zhu Xian Sword Formation besides, what sect under heaven could stand against it?
When Gu Hui appeared, he delivered another rousing speech.
The disciples below were fired up by his words.
As the lingering notes of bells and chimes faded, the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament officially began!
Eight broad, sturdy arenas had already been prepared in Cloud Sea Plaza.
In moments, figures flew up to take their places at the centers of the arenas.
On the raised platform at the front of the plaza sat Gu Hui and the heads of the various peaks.
Several elders who had no need to serve as judges sat with them, smiling down at the thriving ranks of Qingyun Sect talent below.
The matches began at once!
With more than three thousand spectators