The crow flew and the hare ran, and the days passed one by one.
All the Dao Seal Cultivators of the three thousand unorthodox paths, eight hundred side schools, and one hundred and eight Orthodox Mystic Sects were preparing for the Far West Spell Contest.
As for the Orthodox Cultivators and New-Method Cultivators?
Heh, most were not even qualified to know.
Even among those who knew, only core members serving the Dao Seal Cultivators were privy to it.
Most cultivators remained as busy as ever.
But whether in the interior or struggling in the Polar Lands, cultivators suddenly discovered one day, to their surprise, that some of the prodigies around them had left for no apparent reason.
In some places, every prodigy had left.
Not all Dao Seal Cultivators participated in the Far West Spell Contest, however. Some truly had no interest in it.
Some knew their own abilities were inadequate, so they did not participate.
Others did not want to die, their Dao extinguished, as expendable fodder.
The last group simply did not want to disrupt their own plans.
This last group of Dao Seal Cultivators continued as before, either remaining in seclusion to study Daoist Scriptures, practicing spells, or crafting Magic Treasures.
They simply ignored a heaven-defying opportunity like the Far West Spell Contest.
What most Dao Seal Cultivators valued so highly was dispensable to them.
And even the mysterious Daoist Scriptures they valued most were disregarded because of the limited number available.
One year...
That year, Wang Quan put numerous Spirit Monsters and cultivators in Stone City to work gathering vast quantities of purple qi. Refining Dharma day and night, he forged a full hundred and eight thousand strands of Purple Qi Dharmic Power.
At the same time, he also practiced over a hundred Purple Mansion Realm