Primeval Wasteland. Ancient carriages and beast-drawn chariots crossed the sky, their overwhelming auras blanketing a thousand miles and blotting out the heavens. The Heaven's Chosen of the Hundred Races had all arrived, their presence shaking the land.
Among the hundred races, the descendants of the few great clans stood atop their beast chariots, gazes arrogant. Each ruled a region with might, and for the past century, they had scarcely encountered a worthy opponent.
Among the many descendants of great clans were even heirs of royal clans. Their bearing was extraordinary, the aura of kings beginning to emerge as they looked down upon the world.
Amid the escort of the royal heirs, several exceptionally powerful auras could vaguely be sensed. Their presence was astonishing, surpassing all the young Heaven's Chosen. Even standing among the geniuses of the hundred races, they remained unmistakably conspicuous.
Imperial bloodlines had, from ancient times to the present, always stood at the very pinnacle of the Primeval Demonic Realm. The most outstanding among them were born with the bearing of emperors, their futures boundless.
Royal clans were rare, and imperial clans were rarer still, like phoenix feathers and qilin horns. Yet every imperial clan was a true colossal behemoth, one none dared provoke lightly.
As the time for the Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races drew near, the atmosphere over the Primeval Wasteland gradually grew solemn. Every race attached exceptional importance to this selection, which would determine those who would one day descend upon the Outer Heavens.
In the distance, a plain-clothed figure walked over. Ten miles away, he stopped and stood quietly, gazing at the Heaven's Chosen in the sky. After watching for a long while, he still found no trace of Dong Yu or Xia Zhi.
There was not much time left before the