It had been 10 years since the tournament started. It did not seem that way to the audience nor the participants. To cultivators, especially Immortals, 10 years was quite short. The longer one lived, the less years were noticed.
It even got to the point that missing a century or 2 was not even considered too long of a gap.
Yet, those 10 years had explosive changes not just inside the tournament but outside of it as well.
Triss was in the back rooms of the auction area. She was taking care of the elixirs with a few others at the request of the judges. Honestly, she was still in shock from all that happened.
Her master was found dead, just like the others with his dantian and soul destroyed. His body was little more than a riddled mess.
Worse, many of her sibling disciples were found in the same way. Only a few, the newest ones, had been spared. She shivered as she realized they could not chance contaminating her since she was being sent to the competition.
