The day the Emperor's Tomb opened.
Outside Xingshan, ten thousand sects gathered. Supernatural Ability Users swarmed in like a galaxy of stars, each radiating mystical light. They crowded together on the city's high places, gazing into the mountain and discussing among themselves.
Within the city, countless commoners had already filled the broad streets and dark alleys, leaving those who arrived later barely able to move.
For the vast majority, the boundless opportunities within the Emperor's Tomb had nothing to do with them. But this Great Emperor belonged to Nine Li. He was the glorious symbol that had once allowed its people to stand tall. As the Great Emperor's Dao resonance was about to vanish from the world completely, they still wanted to join the crowds and see him off.
Of course, some spectators also wanted to try their luck, enter the Emperor's Tomb to seek opportunities, and watch the excitement surrounding others along the way.
After the Emperor's fall, countless legends had gradually faded within the yellowed pages of ancient texts. Contending warlords, rising flames of war, and the people's wails had long since drowned out the stories that once unfolded upon this land. Faith and glory had flowed through the long years, converging in little streams today to create this spectacle rarely seen across the ages.
Yet standing amid that spectacle, Ren Ye and his friends looked at the surging sea of people around them and felt nothing but an urgent, maddening anxiety.
At noon, after the Demoness concealed their Divine Sense Perception signatures and their five senses, they had slipped into Tide Dragon City, mingled among its countless commoners, and returned to Great Marsh Township.
Far too many people had gathered in the city today. Even the Immortal Wave Sect could not maintain firm control over the situation.