The Dragon Palace Dharma Assembly was divided into two rounds.
The first was a contest for the golden and silver discs.
As for the second, the final rankings would be determined by the number of Talisman Edicts in each cultivator's possession.
There were only seventy-two Talisman Edicts in total, corresponding precisely to the twenty-four Central Rectification Golden Discs and forty-eight Jade Zenith Silver Discs-not one more, not one less.
Fifteen days earlier, after Chen Heng had won a Central Rectification Golden Disc in the first round of the Dharma Assembly and left the Vast Wilds Minor Realm.
Yan Xi's voice transmission then had informed him in advance that, in the second round, the Pixiu statue would physically manifest within this minor realm, unlike the golden and silver discs in the first round, whose positions shifted at random and gave people little clue to follow.
And the duration of this round of the Dharma Assembly.
Would also be shorter than the previous round...
From the moment he heard Yan Xi's voice transmission.
A plan had begun to take vague shape in Chen Heng's mind.
Had he not dodged in time, even his head might have been sliced clean through!
In an instant, the sword rainbow made several more sweeping charges, darting like lightning, and that companion of his soon turned into a streak of golden light and was expelled from the minor realm.
In the mere flash of a spark.
A sallow, gaunt Martial Dao cultivator suddenly roared, his voice like rolling waves.
Talisman Artifacts and Dao Arts flew together, like streaming clouds illuminating a golden chamber. Plumes of blood vitality rose straight into the heavens like beacon smoke, scarlet and dazzling, while clear Buddhist chants shook the earth and pierced the sky.
At this moment.
And just as the blade