The gathered prodigies grew even more dejected as they sensed auras flashing and vanishing across the sky. Some looked downright miserable.
At that moment, they seemed to understand how ordinary True Immortal cultivators felt when they met them.
It was a difference that ran deep—a gulf in soul, body, and mind.
"Another one has arrived. There aren't three people up there, but four. Looks like the Northern Continent came prepared this time."
A young man in coarse hemp robes spoke with a faint smile, a tortoise shell in his hand. Two yin-yang Taiji Diagrams kept appearing in his eyes.
When his eyes were open, the Taiji Diagrams spun; when he closed them, they vanished. It was wondrous beyond measure.
"So the Northern Continent had another card hidden away. Besides Dugu Feng, who's been famous for years, they have someone else just as strong. No wonder Dugu Feng dared charge into the sky alone."
"Now the outcome of this battle is anyone's guess."
The gathered prodigies began discussing it among themselves.
"Northern Continent, you're shameless! You had another prodigy on Dugu Feng's level—why didn't you say so sooner?"
"The Northern Continent has no decency at all. I spit on you."
"Hmph. The Northern Continent has always operated this way. It seems there was more to what happened in my Southern Continent last time than met the eye. I knew we wouldn't have stabbed anyone in the back for no reason."
"Hmph. I'm ashamed to stand alongside you Northern Continent prodigies."
As soon as they heard the experts discussing a new, unfamiliar aura in the sky, the Southern Continent prodigies could no longer sit still. One after another, they pointed at the Northern Continent prodigies and cursed them to their faces.
Someone had said earlier that a Buddhist aura had appeared in