The instant that majestic voice rang out.
Everyone around held their breath and looked up.
Although the grand hall stood a thousand meters above the ground, the pressure it radiated still made everyone tremble with fear.
It was like an iron fortress, yet also seemed to exude an overwhelming might.
Lights of every color bloomed.
The Bright Saint King took the lead as everyone from the Sun Palace emerged.
They wore uniform crimson robes.
The robes trailed to the ground, with a golden sun painted upon their backs.
The Bright Saint King looked down at the crowd below.
He chuckled. "You have all come for the Fire Clan's Origin Land, but you should also know.
"The number of places to enter the Land of Origin is limited. Not everyone can enter."
"Bright Saint King, just state the rules," someone below shouted.
"This time, only fifty people may enter the Land of Origin.
"Our six great fire domains will each have three places.
"That makes eighteen places.
"As for the remaining thirty-two places, they will be selected from among all of you."
As soon as the Bright Saint King finished speaking, discussions broke out all around.
However, most of them came from smaller factions.
Because the other fire domains, including certain Major Powers, already knew.
They had long known the inside story behind this selection.
The places for the six great fire domains were fixed. After all, there were only six great fire domains.
Meanwhile, there were at least several hundred Rogue Cultivator factions.
Thirty-two places sounded like a lot, but compared to the vast numbers of Rogue Cultivators, it was merely a drop in the bucket.
"Bright Saint King, how will these thirty-two places be selected?
"And how will the contest be conducted?" Yin Cuihua of Mount Shu was