As a grand event held once every few decades in the Northwest Region, the Yao Family had made thorough preparations for hosting this Sect Convention. Not only was the promotion more extensive than it had been in centuries, but they had also spent years constructing a colossal battle platform outside Tian Xing City, one no less impressive than an ordinary mid-sized city and capable of holding hundreds of thousands of spectators.
The battle platform had been divided into eighteen arenas—four large and fourteen small. Every arena was forged from Mysterious Iron Crystal Stone and engraved with densely packed defensive formation patterns. Even an ordinary Dou Emperor going all out would find it difficult to break through the platform's terrifying defenses.
"Although the Northwest Region's overall strength isn't much to speak of, they've really put on quite a show!" Liuli leaned over the railing of the VIP section and looked down, letting out a soft sigh.
Although the Sword Clan utterly surpassed the Northwest Region in strength, everyone in the clan had a leisurely disposition deep down, and most of them cared little for pomp and ceremony. Millions lived upon the vast Spatial Continent, while the only thing they displayed to the outside world was Jian City, which had been rebuilt countless times since ancient days. Most people simply carved out an estate or village somewhere amid beautiful mountains and clear waters, then settled down to live in peace.
There were benefits to this as well. The Sword Clan did not have the countless noisy affairs that plagued other Ancient Clans, leaving its members with more time at their own disposal for cultivation.
However, precisely because they were too leisurely, many people who should have been fulfilling their duties slacked off every other day. As a result, whenever the Sword Clan