Within Immortal Ancient, in the Origin Land.
Flight after flight of stone steps was wreathed in wisps of chaos qi, stretching into the distance and winding upward, as though climbing a steep slope.
Without a doubt, there were still three thousand such paths, corresponding precisely to the three thousand petals outside the Light Gate and the three thousand Great Daos.
At that moment, every path was crowded with people climbing the ancient azure stone steps, struggling forward under the pressure.
There were roughly five million Venerables now, a sea of people locked in fierce competition, seemingly all eager to be the first to charge up the slope.
For only at the end of those azure stone steps lay the true Immortal Ancient: one colorful small world after another, dreamlike and mysterious.
Thus, everyone competed to enter first, seize opportunities and fortune grounds for secluded cultivation, and ignite their divine fire.
At the same time, many Cult Masters outside were joining forces, wielding immense magical power to closely observe the situation within Immortal Ancient through the Immortal Dao Flower Bud.
"Nothing unusual. Apart from a few million more people than in previous rounds, everything is as it was before," one Cult Master said.
In fact, these paths had remained unchanged since ancient times. The three thousand flights of azure stone steps bore different Great Daos, and anyone standing upon them would come under pressure.
"Mm, this is the final time. Not only this generation's Heavenly Talents but also the Prodigies of bygone eras have gathered together. The competition will surely be fiercer than ever, so naturally there are more Venerables."
At that moment, the Cult Masters of the Three Thousand Provinces were all eagerly awaiting the outcome. Who would claim the top spot in this Immortal Ancient War?
Still, they were