Ye Chen was not sure how many Emperors all the major races had combined, but the sea of people filling the arena offered a glimpse of the answer.
The funnel-shaped arena was clearly divided into several factions: races of the Demonic Alliance such as the Devil Race, Evil Spirit Clan, Yaksha Clan, and Greenlings; races of the Human Alliance such as the Human Race, Giant Race, and Barbarian Race; and, beyond those, neutral races that had yet to declare their stance, such as the Spirit Clan, Tail Clan, and Ghost Clan.
"Ye Chen, you're already here!"
Suddenly, Golden Robe Emperor's voice came from nearby.
Golden Robe Emperor's aura now surpassed what it had once been. His eyes held calm, composed confidence. Clearly, his progress over these three hundred and sixty years had been anything but minor.
"I only arrived a moment ago." There were plenty of empty seats beside Ye Chen, and he gestured for the other man to come over.
Sitting beside Ye Chen, Golden Robe Emperor smiled. "I had originally planned for us to gather again five hundred years later. Who would have thought it would be brought forward by one hundred and forty years? It's so lively. Nearly all the Emperors and Quasi-Supremes of every race must have come, right?"
"It is lively."
Ye Chen nodded. More and more people filled the stands. Judging by the rate at which the sand was flowing through the hourglass, it would probably take three days to run out.
On the second day, Yan Qingxuan arrived.
On the third day, A'Jiu and Leng Fanfei arrived.
Soon, it was the morning of the fourth day.
Above the center of the arena, the gigantic hourglass spilled its final grain of sand. As the sand ran out, a spring appeared out of nowhere in