Liangshan was filled with celebration.
A festive atmosphere hung over the mountain.
The newly appointed inner and outer stewards were already waiting at the foot of the mountain.
There were even—
two True Martial Realm elders stationed there.
Everyone knew that today was a momentous day for the Origin Sect.
The guests coming—
were all prominent figures within the True Domains.
Whatever the Origin Sect's actual strength might be—
at the very least—
it could not embarrass itself in public.
The players who had long been waiting outside hesitated when they saw the scene at the Origin Sect.
Were they opening their gates to everyone?
Or was something else happening?
Until they knew exactly what was going on, none of the players dared act rashly.
Those who had acted rashly—
had already been killed once.
One death—
cost them one cultivation level.
The further they progressed, the more painful that loss became.
In particular, there had originally been only one Martial Entry Tenth Level boss guarding the mountain. Now there were suddenly six or seven. Their mere presence exerted considerable pressure.
"Should we go up?" a player in the party asked.
Liu Dazhong cautiously shook his head. "No rush. Let someone else go up and test the waters first."
The first to stick his neck out was the first to get shot.
They had learned that lesson the hard way.
Just as the players wavered—
a rapid clatter of hoofbeats rang out.
They turned toward the sound and saw a party of more than a dozen riders galloping over.
"Who are they?"
"They look pretty important!"
There were only a dozen or so riders, yet their charge carried the momentum of an entire army, making many of the onlookers tense.
Under the players' watchful eyes—
the riders stopped at the