The autumn sun hung above the rivers, beneath a sky washed clear and blue.
Countless common folk gathered along the banks, and even the tower ships beside the river were packed with spectators who had come from far and wide.
Outside the Dragon Sacrifice Platform, not a sparrow chirped. Only the autumn wind whistled, sweeping dust from the ground.
Wei Wuyi stood in the center. Beside him sat a table draped in red cloth, bearing a golden tray. On it lay a withered vine, looking like nothing more than dead wood and tangled creepers, yet it made countless martial artists present burn with desire.
The threshold of a Celestial Person could be called the divide between immortal and mortal. Only after crossing it did one deserve to speak of longevity or the rise and fall of the world.
Those who could not cross it lived no more than a hundred years, rose no higher than sect leader, wielded influence no farther than their prefecture, and earned fame no farther than their nation's borders. In the common people's eyes, they were capable hands, but to the mighty figures atop the mountain, they were merely part of the multitude, quick to live and quick to die.
But as Lu Wuzhen had said, this world was a vessel for breeding venomous creatures.
Danyang alone had several First Grade martial artists, yet all of Dan Prefecture had only one Transcendent Grade: Mu Yunling.
People with considerable talent and extraordinary tenacity were everywhere, but the resources available dictated that only the strongest among them qualified to cross that threshold.
Now an opportunity to break through lay right there on the platform. Whoever remained standing at Three Rivers Crossing could take it. What martial artist present would not covet it?
Unfortunately, rich waters did not flow