The time has come.
The noise in the dojo gradually grew louder. All nine high platforms were filled with people, and the platforms below were packed with people. Even above the sea of clouds at the edge of the dojo, many figures were floating.
Countless gazes swept back and forth between the nine high platforms, searching for the legendary figures of geniuses.
Chen Xin, the Sword Scion of the Eternal Sword Pavilion; Feng Chenxin, the saintess of the Eternal Divine Hall; Li Linglong of the Hongmeng Dao Palace; Han Xuanji of the Sacred Court; and others from the Myriad Ages Divine Palace, the Myriad Spirits Heavenly Domain, the Great Brahma Ancestral Pavilion... On each high platform, there were several eye-catching figures, and each name represented the most outstanding combat power of the younger generation on the Eternal Continent.
People also gradually arrived at the seats in the other central positions on the platform.
Han Xuanji looked towards the Hongmeng Dao Palace and saw a somewhat familiar figure.
"As expected of the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet, there are truly many powerful figures here."
Han Xuanji was secretly shocked. There were countless Holy Lord level experts, basically present in every seat on the high platform, and many more on the platform below.
Now, some powerful figures at the Saint King level have arrived.
Although they are all incarnations or projections, it is enough to demonstrate the prestige of the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet.
"No wonder some prodigies forcibly suppress their cultivation levels, willing to wait thousands or even tens of thousands of years to participate in such a grand event."
Han Xuanji began to understand them somewhat.
After all, if one could truly showcase their abilities in front of a powerful Saint King and catch his eye, wouldn't they soar to the heavens in an instant?
Even for a prodigy like Ying Yuan, born into a noble family, gaining the appreciation and praise of Saint King is actually quite difficult, let alone for prodigies outside of supreme powers.
This might be the only chance in one's life to encounter such fortuitous opportunity, enough to change one's destiny.
During this brief interval, Xiao Jiuyuan also found Han Xuanji and conveyed what Xiao Yan wanted to say.
"Brother Xiao Yan?"
Han Xuanji nodded and said in a deep voice:
"Consider it as if I'm playing in his place; I look forward to meeting him."
Just then, Dao's Extremity faint chime suddenly rang out above the temple.
The bell tolled softly, yet it seemed to come from beyond the heavens, piercing through everyone's souls and instantly silencing the entire temple.
Immediately afterwards, five figures appeared out of thin air on the white jade round platform in the center of the nine high platforms.
The leader sat upright in the center, with a handsome face and the appearance of someone in their thirties. He wore a golden imperial robe, and although there was no powerful aura emanating from him, he made tens of thousands of people in the audience feel a sense of solemnity.
It was none other than the Immeasurable Saint Emperor.
Unlike the appearance Han Xuanji had seen, he was dressed in formal attire, appearing less gentle and more dignified.
Two figures sat on each of his left and right sides, making a total of four people. Each figure was as imposing as a deep pool or a towering mountain, making it impossible to look directly at them.
The four were none other than the Four Saint Venerable of the Sacred Court Sacred Court, four powerful figures whose status was second only to the Saint Emperor.
Both the Holy Venerable Tianming and the Saint Venerable Poxiao are depicted as middle-aged men. The former has a gentle temperament and a medium build, while the latter is burly and has a fierce aura, sitting there like an iron tower.
Saint Venerable Haoxuan and Saint Venerable Wangdao are depicted as young men.
The latter image is actually different from the one Han Xuanji saw when she saw the other party's projection, but there's nothing surprising about that.
After all, a powerhouse of this level can manifest in countless forms, with Wan Hua appearance, moving at will.
The Immeasurable Saint Emperor's gaze swept across the entire dojo.
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, as if it came from heaven and earth themselves.
The Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet has been held 17,321 times to date.
Today, we gather at the Supreme Qian Dao Arena to discuss the Dao, compete, and make friends through martial arts.
This banquet is not about life or death, but only about who is superior and who is inferior.
All those who enter the Dragon Terrace are exceptional talents of their respective regions. Regardless of victory or defeat, there is no need to be overly concerned, lest it damage one's Dao heart.
He paused, his gaze sweeping over each of the nine high platforms, and said in a deep voice:
"The rules are clear to everyone."
I will only say one thing.
On the Dragon Terrace, only ability matters, not background.
Let's begin.
The moment the words fell, the entire dojo seemed to be plucked by an invisible hand.
Between the nine high platforms, the vast white jade open space in the center suddenly trembled, and layers of restrictive light curtains rose from the ground, dividing the battlefield into dozens of independent combat zones.
Each area may not look large, but it is actually a thousand feet in diameter, enough to accommodate a top-level True God to exert his full power.
At the same time, a huge light screen appeared above the dojo, densely displaying the names of all the participants and their matchups.
The figures of the Immeasurable Saint Emperor and the Four Saint Venerable also disappeared from the center and arrived at the high platform where the Sacred Court was located, landing on the round table seats in the center.
The Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet officially began, and Xiao Jiuyuan, without further disturbing Han Xuanji, said goodbye and left.
Afterwards, Han Xuanji, his master, senior sister, and Little White also began to observe the competition among the prodigies.
The qualifying rounds will begin first.
The nine supreme powers sent a total of 11 people, and the other forces, large and small, had a combined total of over a hundred people.
Therefore, dozens of matches were taking place simultaneously on the field.
The enormous light screen was also divided into dozens of sections of varying sizes. However, for cultivators, multitasking was very easy, and watching dozens of battles simultaneously was not a problem at all.
Some cultivators excel at Sword Dao, their sword strikes causing galaxies to reverse; others are masters of Dao of Thunder, unleashing a deluge of five-colored divine lightning with astonishing power...
The stands were filled with cheers and shouts of encouragement. Some cheered for their favorite players, some cheered for their fellow disciples, and some simply applauded the exciting battle.
Han Xuanji sat on the high platform of the Sacred Court, holding a glass of top-grade spiritual wine, leisurely watching the battle below.
Those who have reached this point are all exceptional individuals.
These third-tier candidates and representatives from top-tier forces, all from various factions, possessed cultivation at the Eternal True God Perfection realm, making them among the strongest in their respective fields.
With their strength, they could easily defeat several True God Black Rock Eternal Sage, let alone fight someone of a Eternal True God level.
However, he also knew that although these people were strong, they were still far from being on par with the top geniuses of the Sacred Court.
Even so, Han Xuanji watched with great interest. After all, everyone has their own unique characteristics and strengths. He would occasionally mentally deduce how he would react if he were in that situation.
The answer is --
Type whatever you want.
To be fair, and I'm not bragging, with his current strength, if any of these people could survive a single Undying from him, they'd be incredibly lucky.
The gap between even the most gifted individuals can sometimes be truly vast.