High above the heavens:
Mighty cultivators sat upon clouds, looking down at the earth, where they saw combat platforms of all sizes.
On the platforms were the cultivators who had advanced to the formal matches.
Below the platforms lay the immense Western Heaven City and the sect warships of every size.
Within Western Heaven City, everything continued as usual.
The sect warships, meanwhile, bustled with activity.
Various puppets urged the losers to hand over their [Foundation Establishment Dao Platforms] or [Purple Mansions].
A bald cultivator cursed furiously. "I refuse to accept this."
"Over ten thousand spells focused fire on me at once, and I didn't have a Magic Treasure, not even an imitation."
"What was I supposed to withstand that with?"
"I hadn't even used my skills or techniques before I had to withdraw from the match."
"I was just unlucky. Why couldn't it have been a one-on-one fight?"
The puppets paid no heed to any of this, merely urging him to cut away his [Purple Mansion].
The bald cultivator still wanted to resist, but another cultivator curled his lip. "Why enter the matches if you don't have a Magic Treasure?"
"You have no idea how brutal the formal matches afterward were."
"I had a Magic Treasure. I'd planned to slaughter in every direction and sweep aside all enemies."
"But the second opponent I faced was a fellow called Flower-Scatter Daoist."
"That fellow actually had two Magic Treasures."
"I hadn't even fucking used any of my techniques before his two Magic Treasures scared me into forfeiting."
"I'm even less willing to accept it, but so what? I can only blame my bad luck."
The bald cultivator was stunned. "Even someone with a Magic Treasure was eliminated that easily?"
"Yes!"
"Heh, you were even unluckier than me."
"My bad luck makes