There was no other reason. First, the disciples of the three great holy lands had gotten along quite well with their young master just now. Second, these disciples had just gone through a brutal battle, and every one of them had unstable auras.
The disciples of these Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal factions might very well attack the people of the three great holy lands simply to save themselves the trouble, so they were given a certain degree of protection.
Half an hour later, the disciples of the ten Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal factions returned to their warships one after another. A faint scent of blood lingered in the air. In just half an hour, more than a thousand Earth Immortal cultivators had fallen.
Yet not a single disciple from the ten Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal factions had died, and only a handful had even been injured. The disparity was immediately laid bare.
"Alright, the Heaven-Reaching Tower has opened. You may now enter and clear its trials with your own strength. You only have ten years for the trials, so cherish your time."
After Apocalypse spoke, the Heaven-Reaching Tower behind him suddenly burst forth with boundless radiance. A beam of light shot straight into the heavens, while the entire tower emanated an ancient, everlasting aura. A desolate, primordial feeling washed over them.
Within it, an ancient golden gate slowly opened. Beyond the gate, a black vortex spun without end. The vortex seemed to possess some kind of magic—stare at it too long, and one could easily lose their mind.
At this sight, countless disciples rushed into the Heaven-Reaching Tower, scrambling to be first. Had they not come here for this very tower? A supreme opportunity lay right before their eyes; only a fool would hesitate.
"Alright, see you in a hundred