The great bird led Wang Quan and the others onward, soon arriving at a camp.
The camp was enormous, with a great banner standing at its center: Fierce Soldiers.
The great bird circled overhead. "You are members of the Fierce Soldier Battalion."
"Go inside at once. Someone will contact you!"
The Purple-Robed Marquis looked at Wang Quan.
Wang Quan nodded.
The next instant, the two urged their mounts forward first, heading straight for the camp.
The other cultivators followed closely.
As soon as they entered the camp, they saw rank-and-file soldiers eating meat, drinking wine, and practicing cultivation techniques.
At the sight of Wang Quan and the others, they grinned. "Brothers, you're really lucky."
"Coming only now means you can live a few days longer."
At those words, something stirred in Wang Quan's mind. "Fellow Daoists, did you also come here for the magical contest?"
The soldiers laughed. "That's right!"
"Only cultivators like us who are here for the magical contest drag our feet outside, putting it off until we have Foundation Establishment combat strength before coming in."
"Unfortunately, whether you come early or late, death is inescapable in the end."
Wang Quan...
The Purple-Robed Marquis and the others...
Just then, a cultivator with little flags stuck all over his back came running over like a streak of smoke. "Everyone, who's your leader?"
"A Grotto Heaven big shot wants to see you."
At those words, the Purple-Robed Marquis immediately said, "The Flower-Scatter Daoist and I are the leaders."
Wang Quan lowered his voice. "I'm not a leader."
"I'm merely cooperating with you."
The Purple-Robed Marquis gave an awkward smile. "You have to be a leader."
"A Grotto Heaven powerhouse wants to see me in this place. I'm nervous."
"I'll only feel at ease if you come with me to see