Several days later, the Son of the Continent Tournament officially began.
The vast, magnificent White Marble Plaza was packed with people, overflowing with spectators.
The contestants were divided into three groups, patiently waiting for the spatial passageways to open.
According to the figures gathered by curious onlookers, by the final breath before registration closed, nearly 1,600 people had signed up.
The Grand Perfection Earth Sovereign battlefield had eight contestants.
The Upper Earth Sovereign battlefield had two hundred.
The Lower Earth Sovereign battlefield had over 1,300.
Of course, this did not represent the full strength of the Western Heaven Continent and the War Hall.
The requirements for entering the tournament were exceptionally strict. Contestants had to serve for a sufficient number of years, accumulate an enormous amount of merit, and earn a recommendation from a major power before they could be screened, from the strongest downward.
"Dooooong~~~"
Accompanied by the deep, melodious toll of a great bell, space abruptly twisted. Three formidable figures appeared together at the top of the ten thousand stone steps, their auras surging.
The first was the First Hall Master, the War Hall's new master, disguised as the Western Heaven War King.
Beside him stood Daoist Wang, the Deputy Hall Master, dressed in feathered robes and a star crown, his expression haughty.
Perhaps because the First Hall Master had given him a sound thrashing not long ago, Daoist Wang now stood beneath the throne with his head bowed and hands folded, meek as could be.
The white-haired, stooped old man, his body exuding the stench of decay, was none other than the Old Heavenly Sovereign, who had been in seclusion to the death, trying to break through his bottleneck.
Now, all the Western Heaven War Hall's foundations were present.
"Greetings, Hall Master, Deputy Hall Master, Supreme Elder!"