"Any faction on the Eastern Wasteland Faction Rankings may send disciples to settle in Primordial City," Lin Yu said calmly.
He did not mind these sects wanting to settle there, but the prerequisite was that they followed his rules.
"Thank you, Hall Master!" Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan cupped their fists, their words brimming with gratitude.
"Mm." Lin Yu nodded. "If there is nothing else, you may leave."
Hearing this, Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan wasted no more time and turned to leave. Their respective sects still had plenty of matters for them to handle.
"Judging by the time, people from beyond the Eastern Wasteland should be arriving here by now." Lin Yu counted on his fingers and felt that it was about time.
News of Saint King Yunteng's Tomb opening had spread throughout the human race. This was a Saint King's inheritance, something with an indescribable appeal to most cultivators in the world.
"Saint King Yunteng's Tomb should prove quite interesting this time." Lin Yu smiled at the thought. "It seems it is time to create a ranking for the entire human race."
The previous Heaven's Chosen Ranking had only covered the Eastern Wasteland, but human territory also included the Heavenly God Domain, the Azure God Domain, and the Sea God Domain.
The inheritance in Saint King Yunteng's Tomb would presumably draw human cultivators from across their entire territory here.
"It should be time for the Primordial Arena Tournament to begin now." Lin Yu brought up the time and glanced at it. Sure enough, it was just as he had thought.
Aside from increasing his fame points, Primordial City actually had another function: providing an arena tournament venue for the Eastern Wasteland's top hundred heaven's chosen.
For this tournament, Lin Yu had even established a dedicated building in Primordial City, named Heaven's Chosen Tower.
After setting the rules inside Heaven's Chosen Tower, Lin Yu summoned the system.
"System, begin teleportation!"
"Ding! Teleportation commencing... Teleportation complete!"
At the same time, the white jade steles in the Eastern Wasteland's ten great cities all emitted a milky-white light. The names of all hundred heaven's chosen on the Eastern Wasteland Heaven's Chosen Ranking lit up.
Immediately afterward, a notification sounded simultaneously in the minds of the Eastern Wasteland's top hundred heaven's chosen.
"Commencing teleportation mission!"
Without giving the heaven's chosen any opportunity to refuse, the instant the notification sounded, they turned into streaks of white light and vanished.
In the blink of an eye, all the disciples from the various sects listed on the Eastern Wasteland Heaven's Chosen Ranking disappeared.
Inside the Valley of Devouring.
More than twenty white lights flared within it at the same time, forming a ribbon of light that flew outward.
The seal within the Valley of Devouring was immediately triggered. Endless demonic Qi surged to block the white light, but the moment they touched, the demonic Qi melted rapidly like ice meeting fire.
"Buzz!"
The white light shuddered violently, forcibly breaking through the demonic Qi's obstruction and flying into the void.
"Hmph, did it fail?" An aged voice rang out in the pitch-black space, carrying a trace of frustration.
Clearly, the speaker had not expected the barrier he had spent so long preparing to be broken so easily by a few streaks of white light.
"Just who is the master of Primordial Hall? A Saint King, a Great Saint... or a Quasi-Emperor?"
"Forget it. Whatever the case, it is fine as long as he does not interfere with my Valley of Devouring."
Meanwhile, at the border of the Eastern Wasteland.
Three streaks of sword light broke through the void and finally landed on the soil of the Eastern Wasteland.
"So this is the Eastern Wasteland? The spiritual power really is thin here." An old man reached out and grasped at the air, sighing as he looked at the faint wisps within it.
The other two appeared middle-aged. Both stood respectfully behind the old man, yet their gazes toward the Eastern Wasteland's soil were filled with disdain.
The "wasteland" in Eastern Wasteland meant desolation, and barrenness all the more.
For a thousand years, the spiritual power here had been the thinnest among the human race's four regions. No one had attained Sainthood here in that millennium, either. It was a cursed place.
"If Saint King Yunteng's Tomb were not in the Eastern Wasteland, why would we come to this poverty-stricken backwater?" one middle-aged man said disdainfully.
After arriving in the Eastern Wasteland, he felt that the circulation of his spiritual power had slowed by who knew how much!
"Isn't a backwater just what we want? There aren't any particularly powerful cultivators in the Eastern Wasteland anyway. We can easily obtain the inheritance in Saint King Yunteng's Tomb," the other middle-aged man said with a grin.
"Do you really think coming here was so easy? The sect nearly tore itself apart fighting over the inheritance," the elder said slowly.
"Yes, it was only thanks to Master's intervention that we had a chance to come here."
"Exactly. If Master had not secured this opportunity, who knows how bored we brothers would have been stuck in the sect."
"Enough, stop your glib chatter. Let us hurry. Given the time, those other old fellows should be arriving soon too!" With that, the old man took the lead, turning into a streak of light and departing.
The two middle-aged men followed close behind.
Before Saint King Yunteng's Tomb.
Over the course of a month, the outermost seal of Saint King Yunteng's Tomb had almost completely crumbled, revealing the outline of the entire tomb.
By then, the vast majority of the Eastern Wasteland's cultivators had gathered here. Not only had all the major sects arrived, but many minor sects and rogue cultivators had also come to join the excitement.
Naturally, some of those from the minor sects harbored no ambition to compete for the Saint King's inheritance. They had merely come to broaden their horizons, and precisely for that reason, they appeared more carefree.
Many cultivators even set up markets on the spot, buying and selling all manner of rare treasures. Each praised their wares so extravagantly that flowers might rain from the sky, eager to make a tidy sum before Saint King Yunteng's Tomb officially opened.
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, heaven and earth trembled. Then a thousand-meter-long gash was forcibly torn through the void, and a treasure ship broke through the void and sailed out.
From its prow alone, one could see the ship's extreme extravagance. Countless Spirit Condensation-grade red stones adorned it without the slightest restraint, glittering with magnificent light beneath the sun.
Only after the ship fully emerged from the rift did everyone discover that the entire vessel was made of gold. Countless gemstones glittered upon it in the sunlight, and in the very center of its hull were engraved two large characters in strokes like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes-"Sea Blue"!
"It's the Sea Blue Pavilion!"
"The Sea Blue Pavilion is here!"
Before the Eastern Wasteland's cultivators could grow excited, the void shattered in two other directions as well. A majestic palace and a green leaf resembling a small boat shot straight out of the void.
The moment they appeared, a vast, imposing presence emerged, pressing down on the Eastern Wasteland's cultivators until they could barely breathe.
Of the three magical treasures, only the little green boat looked somewhat plain. The golden treasure ship and the majestic palace were both extravagantly luxurious; the light shining from them alone nearly blinded many cultivators.
"These... what sects are these?"