In the Cloud Realm, the Golden Dao Palace stood towering and magnificent, exuding an ancient, weathered air. It had another name-the Reception Ancient Hall-but from beginning to end, no one knew what it was receiving.
People paid more attention to the arena beside the Golden Dao Palace, for that was the battlefield of the Immortal Ancient Great Battle.
By now, figures crowded the area. Powerful cultivators gathered from every direction. Some intended to take part in the battle, some planned to act as opportunities arose, and others merely wanted to watch and witness the most dazzling clash of prodigies in the history of the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm.
Under the expectant gaze of the masses, the bloodstained arena gradually solidified. Its outlines became tangible little by little. Once it shed all traces of illusion, the decisive battle would begin.
Before that moment arrived, some people could no longer wait. They rushed impatiently toward the arena, hoping to rack up a string of victories before the young Supremes arrived.
That way, even if they could not obtain Immortal Ancient's ultimate fortune or contend with those in the first tier, they could still make a name for themselves throughout the Three Thousand Dao Provinces and leave their names in history.
Quite a few shared this idea. They were mostly First Generations with some strength, who reigned supreme across several provinces.
Unfortunately, the arena had not truly manifested yet, and there was no way to mount it. Every creature that charged toward it was repelled by a force and bounced back.
They shook their heads in disappointment.
If they did not do something now, once the Ancient Freaks arrived, they could only obediently become spectators.
According to the Immortal Ancient arena's rules, anyone who entered had to win one hundred consecutive matches before