The world was vast. Never mind a cultivator like Wang Quan, who came from the Drowning Dao Lower Court-even Yu Wanzhou, a prodigy who had spent time at headquarters, had no idea how vast it was.
Like Wang Quan, she had once guessed that the Drowning Dao had hundreds of thousands, or even a million Lower Courts.
But after spending a long time at the Drowning Water Headquarters, she learned that there were far more than that.
That was why she dared to say that the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators aboard this ship accounted for only a third, or even a tenth, of the Drowning Dao's members.
Early the next morning, the instant the sun leaped above the earth and shone over Western Heaven City, countless cultivators gathered purple qi.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Endless purple qi came roaring in like an ocean.
Then it split into countless threads, descending over the great ships before dividing into countless more strands and falling into cabin after cabin.
In a single breath, every cultivator finished gathering purple qi.
At that moment, Wang Quan's identity token received a message:
[Go to the deck. The spell battle is beginning!] [Friendly reminder: pay one Purple Mansion to end your participation in this spell battle early and leave the battlefield.]
Wang Quan took a deep breath. "I came here to fight a spell battle and get Daoist Scriptures."
"Leave the spell battle and give up a Purple Mansion? Heh... what kind of joke is that?"
"It's only a slightly bigger spell battle."
"When the time comes, I'll shield everyone in front of me and let them take the first wave of attacks."
As he considered this, he saw the doors of Dormitory 666 open.
Then...
"Why isn't anyone going out to the deck?"
Wang Quan