Time flowed on, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.
Throughout that week, Jiang Zhu had cultivated diligently in the city, carefully comprehending the chaos seed that had devoured the Source of the Dao.
That morning, countless rays of rosy light shone over the bustling city.
Clang!
A melodious bell rang out. The Reception Envoy appeared and officially opened the Primordial Trial Grounds.
All the trial participants who had stayed were brimming with spirit. None wanted to miss this opportunity, and all had been eagerly awaiting this moment.
Jiang Zhu was naturally among them. He arrived at the central city square on time.
"Isn't that Yan Chifeng of the Yan Family? Can he go in too?" someone among the city's native residents whispered.
A group of savage beasts rose into the air, treading through the sky more than a hundred feet above the ground as they came howling over.
Besides Yan Chifeng, descendants of several major powers in the city were among them. Although this was somewhat against the rules, the law enforcers often turned a blind eye to local descendants.
Lei Zhen, Ye Qingfeng, Bai Zhan, and the others stood in separate spots, their faces expressionless, quietly waiting for the Primordial Era Daoist Arena to open so they could temper themselves within.
In the distance, Guan Cheng walked over slowly and joined the Second Chief of the Thirteen Riders of Heaven's Desolation. Together, they headed toward Yan Chifeng and the descendants accompanying him.
Once everyone had arrived, twelve gates of light suddenly appeared out of thin air in the ancient city's central square, leading to the Primordial Trial Grounds. The divine gates shimmered, with what seemed like the splendor of an immortal realm within.
"Well, conduct yourselves wisely and temper yourselves well here. In the past,