Time trickled by, and before long, a year had passed.
A year later, the time was up. The stone pillars before them slowly sank, finally vanishing from sight.
Ye Lin slowly rose to his feet.
The countless cultivators around him opened their eyes.
The vast majority sighed inwardly.
One look was enough to tell they had failed.
"Good. Those who comprehended the Seventy-Two Transformations, go register at the side."
"The rest, have the judges assess your scores according to how many transformations you comprehended."
The elder above stroked his beard as he spoke.
Ye Lin, along with several others, headed off into the distance.
Ye Lin took a look around. Including himself, there were only thirteen people who had comprehended all Seventy-Two Transformations.
Out of nearly ten thousand Daluo Golden Immortal cultivators, only thirteen had succeeded in the end.
The odds were truly minuscule.
Once everyone had finished registering, they smoothly moved on to the second round.
Strength.
With a wave of the elder's hand, an enormous Arena slowly rose from the open ground.
The Arena was massive.
"Alright, we will now proceed to the second round: a friendly spar."
"Remember, unless absolutely necessary, you must not take lives. Stop when the point is made."
"After all, the purpose of this Dao Gathering is mutual improvement and discussing the Dao with one another—not slaughtering each other."
The elder above stroked his beard and issued a warning.
When all was said and done, the Dao Gathering was merely a small welfare-oriented event.
There was no such thing as elimination.
Even if one had scored terribly in the previous round, they could still participate in the next.
The focus was mutual improvement.
"Before we begin, allow me to introduce someone. This Dao Gathering has welcomed a heavyweight figure."
"His name is Ye