Wooo! Wooo! Wooo!
The horns sounded.
Their calls echoed through the hundred and eight Orthodox Mystic Sects, rang through the eight hundred side paths, and drifted above the three thousand unorthodox ways.
At that moment:
Within the Second-Layer Inner Landscape, the [All-Under-Heaven Dao Court] issued a message:
[Far West Spell Contest] begins in six months. Waypoint: XX YY
It was only a brief line of text, a brief waypoint.
Yet it stirred up towering waves.
Every Dao Seal Cultivator wanted to send messages, to wildly vent the anticipation, terror, curiosity, and other feelings in their hearts.
But throughout the Second-Layer Inner Landscape, no one could speak, no matter how high their access privileges were.
Only after that line had remained pinned for a full month could the cultivators speak.
And once this appeared, the Heterodox Paths and Orthodox Mystic Sects all sprang into action.
Enormous warships rose into the sky from their headquarters, and streaks of escape light, sword light, and treasure light whistled onto their decks.
In the Far West, Far South, Far North, Far East, and elsewhere, powerful figures rose, some traveling together, others setting out alone.
Some headed straight for the waypoint, preparing for the spell contest.
Others rushed halfway there as fast as they could, then masked their faces and prepared to rob travelers.
In the Underworld:
Ghosts and monsters howled. After hearing some news from the Present World, they quietly lay in wait where the boundary between the realms of the living and the dead was weak.
Once night fell, they slipped into the Present World, some to indulge themselves, some to plunder resources, and some to waylay and kill cultivators.
Most of the ghosts and monsters who waylaid cultivators, however, died.
Among the many cultivators participating in the Far West Spell Contest,