Before long, the voices around him gradually grew clamorous, and the noisy din pulled Xiao Hua from his thoughts. When he looked up, he saw a huge oval light barrier standing in midair not far away, covering an area of roughly a thousand zhang!
Vaguely, beneath that light barrier overflowing with milky-white radiance, a dark purple disk seemed to be floating idly.
Only when Xiao Hua drew nearer did he see clearly that the disk was a platform with a square protrusion atop it. At the moment, no one stood upon it, and it drifted within the light barrier, now upward, now downward, now swaying from side to side.
The crowd had already surged close to the light barrier, heads packed tightly together. Yet the barrier had not opened, nor could divine sense penetrate it. They could only see that the inside was quite empty.
Xiao Hua removed his Mihuan, pulled over a cultivator beside him to ask for directions, then headed toward the southwest corner!
Before Xiao Hua even arrived, he heard a clang, like the resounding strike of a chime jar. A voice rang out above the light barrier. "Fellow Daoists, I am Si Xinyu, the presiding officer of this Xuntian City Bidding Convention. In ten breaths' time, the restrictions of the Bidding Convention will open. Fellow Daoists who were dispatched to Xuntian City by our Three Cultivation Kingdoms may enter with your token credentials. Those who are not cultivators participating in the battle, please hold five high-grade spirit stones in your hands. When passing through the restrictions, they shall serve as the admission fee for this Bidding Convention! Fellow Daoists without token credentials or spirit stones may not enter the grounds of the Bidding Convention!"
Whoosh! As Si Xinyu's voice fell, a sound like water cascading down