Golden Ao Island.
A sliver of dawn had just appeared on the horizon when hundreds of thousands of cultivators gathered outside the formation, craning their necks in anticipation.
Today was the end of the three-thousand-year period.
The moment the sun leaped over the horizon, the formation that had shrouded Golden Ao Island for thousands of years slowly dissipated.
"It's open!"
"I've waited here for three thousand years. I must become a Saint's disciple."
"What's three thousand years? I was already waiting here five thousand years ago. The Saint's first disciple, the Netherworld Daoist, even treated me to drinks."
"It's not like waiting longer means you can become a Saint's disciple. It all depends on strength. Besides, who here hasn't shared drinks with the Netherworld Daoist?"
"Exactly. Everyone knows the Netherworld Daoist has no airs. Whether we're demon cultivators or spirit cultivators, regardless of our cultivation, he treats us all equally."
Beneath the sunlight, Biyou Palace was draped in countless rays of rosy light, mist and clouds swirling around it. Countless palaces stood guard around it like attendants, their ancient structures appearing and vanishing amid the clouds.
The Saint's sacred ground of countless cultivators' dreams appeared before them for the first time.
From afar, four figures approached through the air.
Tongtian stood at the forefront, with Liu Mang one step behind him. Shui Huo and the Kui Ox guarded their flanks.
"Stop making noise. The Saint has come out. Remember to leave a good impression on him."
A cultivator cautiously reminded those beside him.
Tongtian secretly glanced at the speaker. He had some sense, though his mind was a little slow.
Over the past three thousand years, Liu Mang had thoroughly investigated everyone. The dossiers piled several meters high in his storage pouch.
As for the speaker, Liu Mang had