Three short days slipped by in the blink of an eye, like a white horse flashing past a crack in the wall-gone before anyone could grasp them.
For some, however, those days felt extraordinarily long and hard to endure.
In the early morning, sunlight spilled over the familiar square, where heads bobbed in a sea of people packed shoulder to shoulder. At least ninety-five percent of the crowd had come simply to watch the excitement.
Though they had entered the competition full of anticipation, these people had suffered elimination in the very first round, losing their precious chance to continue displaying their strength and flair.
Meanwhile, elites such as Ying Ming Hao, Yang Fanyuan, and Jiang Zhiqing had already arrived, unable to contain their eagerness, and stood quietly awaiting the start of the competition.
At that moment, a full hundred enormous, imposing Martial Platforms stood in the center of the broad square. Each had a solid, thick stone surface, with a strictly guarded boundary surrounding it-no one but the competitors was permitted to take so much as half a step across!
Everyone else could only stand well outside the boundaries, craning their necks to peer through the layers of people and watch what happened within.
Notably, this grand martial competition would not only draw countless sect disciples, but would also use advanced Light-and-Shadow Projection Technology to broadcast its spectacular matches live to every city under the Misty Sect.
This would allow more cultivators to enjoy the event without leaving home, while also earning a hefty sum of spirit stones through ticket sales and other means-after all, this was a crucial source of the funds needed to operate the Misty Sect!
Finally, Elder Li and his attendants appeared before the crowd at precisely their customary time, looking perfectly at ease.