Turning around, he saw that the empty venue had completely lost its usual bustle.
As one of the Great Profound Realm's renowned grand events, the Immortal Sect Grand Competition usually drew enough spectators to fill several venues like this one.
Aside from the main venue, which was an actual location, the other venues displayed the entire event through virtual projections. Yet even so, they were still packed to the brim, without a single empty seat.
Virtual projection technology was already highly advanced. The projections were extraordinarily lifelike, not to mention the broadcasting rights licensed to the major powers of the Central Continent, and even the Starry Sky...
Those had all been a massive source of income!
But this year, there was not a single cent to be had. The thought alone was painful.
Sigh~
He had truly not known the cost of rice and firewood until he became the head of a household.
He had only been Sect Master for a few years, yet he felt as though he had lost at least several centuries off his lifespan!
Emm...
Still, he had never heard of any Dao Integration cultivator dying of old age. Given the unique nature of Dao Integration itself, their lifespan should theoretically be infinite.
But that was only in theory...
Fuck!
Why had those bastards still not arrived? How late was it already?!
None of them were taking this seriously, were they?!
Du Ruoheng's mind was running wild, but his expression remained serene and detached. With a sweep of his broad sleeve, he sat down atop the Cloud Platform.
For all he knew, the Founder Ancestors were watching this very place. Naturally, he had to pay more attention to his bearing.
Not long after he sat down, several exceedingly simple streaks of escape light descended from the