"Silence!"
Hong Guang shouted, stepping before the crowd. "Follow yesterday's groups. Line up in order by level."
Ye Lan stepped forward. Aside from the eight who had directly secured spectator seats yesterday, she alone had passed the trial of the eleventh level.
She would have an illusory realm all to herself. To her, obtaining a spectator seat was as easy as reaching into a bag for something.
Next came the several cultivators who had passed the tenth level. Including Li Qingwan, there were five in total.
Then came the ten cultivators who had passed the ninth level.
The remaining forty had only passed the eighth level and would enter the same illusory realm.
If all the members of the first three groups obtained spectator seats, then only six seats would remain for the forty people in the fourth group to fight over.
"The final twenty-two spectator seats will be decided in this round. Once you enter the illusory realm, you may accumulate Martial Fortune by killing any Ghost Soldier or ghost general."
As he spoke, Hong Guang spread his hand and sent sixty-four tokens flying through the air to the crowd.
"This item will automatically record the Martial Fortune you obtain. Besides killing Ghost Soldiers and ghost generals, you may also swiftly increase your Martial Fortune by seizing others' tokens."
"The illusory realm will remain open for seven days. Seven days later, you will be ranked according to your Martial Fortune. The top twenty-two will receive spectator seats. Do you understand?"
"Understood!"
The cultivators below answered in unison.
Hong Guang swept his gaze over the crowd, counted them to make sure none were missing, then joined the remaining three Core Formation Cultivators in pouring true essence into the Western Expedition Illusory Realm Stone.
The next instant, Yang Lingrui felt the