Three days later, the enormous venue was packed to the brim. At the very front sat representatives from every nation, followed by a great many media outlets and countless cameras. Even the sky overhead was filled with drones, filming every corner of the arena without a blind spot.
At the same time, footage from this place was being transmitted through the internet to every corner of the world.
Across the globe, most online livestreams and television stations had halted their regular programming. There was only this one broadcast.
In the real world, if one had to name the person with the greatest pull, it was undoubtedly Zhao Cheng.
He was a true master of the Face-Face Fruit. Giving him face was nothing shameful.
Since it was not yet time, Zhao Cheng had not appeared. The venue was thus filled with waves of noise. Everyone tacitly kept their voices low, and no one shouted, but there were simply too many people. The entire place sounded like a huge swarm of mosquitoes, buzzing nonstop.
At this moment, few people were calm. Not only those at the venue, but most people around the world watching through all kinds of devices also had restless hearts.
Zhao Cheng had always been the sort who either did nothing or made massive headlines when he did, but even the redefining of the path of cultivation seemed less momentous than this.
One email had stirred up such an enormous spectacle, gathering nations from all over the world in one place. There might have been an element of threat to it, but if anyone else had tried making such threats, they would have long since been physically eliminated.
"Xiaoxiang, people online are saying your brother wants to become president of the planet. That doesn't really feel like his