As dawn broke and morning mist spread, the Dao Sect gradually came alive once more.
Su Mo arrived at the plaza halfway up the mountain. On the white-jade-paved square, thirty or forty disciples had already gathered. Every one of them possessed Martial Emperor Realm, Ninth Layer cultivation, with deep, powerful auras and impressive strength.
Su Mo's arrival drew repeated sidelong glances from all the disciples in the plaza. It was not because there was anything particularly extraordinary about his appearance, but because he was different from the rest.
Those gathered here were all going to the Taiyin Tribe to participate in the competition. Only Core Disciples with Martial Emperor Realm, Ninth Layer cultivation were qualified.
Yet Su Mo's cultivation did not meet the requirement. Standing among them, he stood out like a crane among chickens.
"Who is this guy?"
"Is he going to participate in the competition too?"
"Probably not! Is a Martial Emperor Realm, Eighth Layer cultivator going as a spectator?"
Everyone sized Su Mo up and began discussing him. None of them knew him, so they were rather puzzled.
After sweeping his gaze over the crowd, Su Mo stood at the edge of the plaza. He had no acquaintances and knew no one, so he did not greet any of them.
The people in the plaza did not pay much attention to Su Mo either. After casually discussing him for a few moments, they returned to chatting with those they knew.
"This competition is putting enormous pressure on our Dao Sect!"
"Indeed! Among the Seven Great Powers, our Dao Sect was already at the bottom in strength. The talents under our sect also fall somewhat short of those from the other Six Great Powers!"
"Especially the Howling Celestial Tribe and the Flash Spirit Tribe—they are far too difficult