Ye Lin stood among the crowd, chatting with the others.
These people were all exceptionally courteous and refined, without the slightest trace of arrogance or condescension.
Ye Lin found it quite comfortable speaking with them as well.
Sure enough, that saying was right.
As long as you were strong, no matter how rude someone was, they would become polite and refined in your presence.
Perhaps among these people, there were some who behaved differently from how they did now in certain situations.
"It is time to begin."
"Heh, then let us begin."
At that moment, two utterly emotionless voices rang out above the Arena.
The next instant, the Arena beneath their feet began to tremble violently.
In that instant, Ye Lin felt himself taking flight.
That was right—he was flying. No, not them; the platform beneath their feet was flying.
The platform slowly rose, carrying them away from the Arena and bringing them to its edge.
From here, they could see the Arena in its entirety.
Looking across the distance, Ye Lin also saw the contestants from the Chaos Ancient Clan.
They stood upon the Arena in human form, each wearing a savage smile at the corner of their lips.
The two sides simply faced one another across the air.
Battle intent filled every face.
Beyond that, Ye Lin saw many floating islands surrounding the Arena, with numerous cultivators standing upon them.
Those cultivators were not participants, but spectators who had come to watch the battle.
Yun Qiyue was among them.
The next moment, an island appeared out of thin air at the center of the Arena.
Two figures stood upon the island.
"Everyone, having come here today, I presume you have all heard the purpose and know why you are here."
"The Origin Continent and the Boundary Sea Abyss