With the others' explanations, Jiang Feng finally understood why no one was entering the Refining Arena.
Experts capable of pill refinement and artifact forging were scarce to begin with. Most of them had participated in the Refining Competition at previous Ten Thousand Worlds Assemblies without achieving any results, so rather than give up their chances to take part in the Dao Debate and martial battles, they no longer entered the Refining Arena.
As for newly risen experts skilled in pill refinement and artifact forging, their numbers were naturally even fewer.
At that moment, Jiang Feng noticed that a dozen or so people had already flown toward the Refining Arena.
Without exception, the cultivation of those dozen or so people was relatively low, far below the ninth level of the Eightfold Heavenly God Realm.
When the first person flew toward the Refining Arena, Jiang Feng noticed that Zhang Yu, the Demon-Sealing Divine Lord, seemed to be paying close attention to the situation there.
Jiang Feng knew that Zhang Yu was an expert in pill refinement and artifact forging. It was precisely the pill refinement and artifact forging archives Zhang Yu had left within the Divine Treasury Golden Coffin that had caused Jiang Feng's foundations in those fields to advance by leaps and bounds.
No wonder he was so concerned about the Refining Arena.
Seeing fewer and fewer people flying toward the Refining Arena, Jiang Feng stopped hesitating. With a leap, he flew toward it.
In the air, Zhang Yu sat calmly, looking down upon the three platforms.
It was not his first or second time presiding over the Ten Thousand Worlds Assembly, yet every time he did so, his disappointment only deepened!
Gradually, he had ceased to hold any hope for the Ten Thousand Worlds Assembly!
He knew full well that