The competition between the Northern and Southern Regions had drawn many sects. The disciples they brought had all been housed in the Holy City, waiting for today's competition.
This made the North Ridge Sacred Ground's Holy City more bustling than ever, with cultivators in all manner of clothing coming and going.
Naturally, shops selling pills, talismans, formations, and anything else useful for the competition were doing a roaring trade.
Some shops had even been stripped clean of pills. The Holy City's major lineages urgently contacted every alchemist in the city, who worked day and night brewing pills. Even so, supply still fell short of demand.
While people scrambled to buy pills, a fresh wave of rumors spread from the North Ridge Sacred Ground, drawing the attention of countless competing sects.
"Have you heard? Apparently, the sacred ground sent people to investigate the competing cultivators. For just a hundred spirit stones, we can learn their details and find out the cultivation levels of everyone entering!"
"Really? You can buy that for just a hundred spirit stones? Fellow Daoist, haven't you been scammed? A hundred spirit stones will only get you one pill. How could it buy so much useful information? Our young sect master spent thousands of mid-grade spirit stones and barely learned anything about the competitors."
Outside the Hundred Treasures Pavilion in the Holy City, quite a few cultivators were discussing that afternoon's competition.
They were already paying close attention to news about the competition, so naturally, they were particularly alert to this new information.
"Why couldn't it? The Hundred Treasures Pavilion is selling that information right now. Apparently, they've even compiled a list of the most promising sects and the top hundred disciples with both strength and talent."
A white-robed cultivator emerged from the Hundred Treasures Pavilion. Hearing the