Behind Tiger Family Village, at the entrance to the Spirit Ruins Blessed Land.
The once-barren mountainside was now crowded with viewing platforms built by the major factions.
They were packed with people.
There were Warlord officers in heavy armor, sect elders in Daoist robes and monks' robes of every color, and countless Rogue Cultivators with blades and swords, their eyes burning with fervor.
They had not qualified to enter the Blessed Land, but none of them wanted to leave.
This was a momentous struggle destined for the history books of the Great Xin Dynasty.
A Cave Heaven Blessed Land had appeared in the world. Time's erosion and the earlier battle had diminished its standing, leaving it short of the highest-tier Cave Heavens. Yet the mere tip of the iceberg it had revealed so far was more than enough to build a first-rate power that could shake the world.
Everyone was waiting.
Waiting for an outcome, and for the chance to witness history.
Buzz—!
Suddenly, a dazzling white light flared at the entrance to the Spirit Ruins Blessed Land.
Then it seemed to trigger a chain reaction.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
White, green, and blue lights began flashing from the entrance to the Spirit Ruins Blessed Land like fireworks blooming one after another across the night sky.
Each flash meant someone inside had crushed a life-saving Protective Talisman and been teleported out.
Most of those who emerged were in miserable shape. Some were covered in blood, some had lost limbs, and some rolled their eyes back and died the instant they hit the ground.
A chorus of sharp breaths rose from the crowd.
An old Wanderer with a Nine-Ring Broadsaber on his back and a scar running across his face watched the lights flash almost without pause and clicked his tongue.
"They're