A prodigy in my past life, or this one—it didn't matter! Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
And amid all these recent major events, there seemed to be some new developments.
Whether it was the Thousand Mountains Sect, the Myriad Heavens Containment Center, or the Star Alliance, all of them were holding selection tournaments.
It was said that the top ten could participate in the Cosmic Prodigy Tournament.
That had tempted quite a few people to take part.
Titles like Dao Son were also selected through such methods.
In short, the upcoming selection tournament was extremely important.
Myriad Heavens Containment Center.
Zhao Wu emerged from seclusion and looked at the lively atmosphere outside.
More than ten years of seclusion was not particularly long for cultivation, but for someone only a few decades old, it felt rather lengthy.
"This Heavenly Prodigy Tournament will definitely have a place for me."
"Yeah, I want to become the Dao Son of our Myriad Heavens Containment Center too."
"You? Heh heh, you should go dry rice instead."
"Heh heh, I want this sky to be unable to block my eyes... Damn it, why did you step on my foot?"
"I was just seeing whether my shoe could bury your heart."
"We're all just here to make up the numbers. There are so many prodigies in the Myriad Heavens Containment Center—you know that."
"Yeah, only the top ten get selected. I remember that in the last tournament, anyone could register."
"That had no prestige at all. It was troublesome. This way is pretty good too. I heard the independent cultivators also have a selection tournament."
"So they turned the original tournament into a selection round and an official competition?"
"Indeed. Looking at it, not much had really changed."
Many people by the roadside