At the moment this majestic voice resonated.
Everyone around held their breaths and looked up.
Although the grand hall was a thousand meters above the ground, the oppressive feeling it radiated still made everyone tremble with fear.
Like a steel fortress, yet exuding a formidable aura.
Multicolored lights were blooming.
The Light Saint King led the way, and all the people of the Sun Palace came out.
They wore unified red robes.
The robes reached the ground, with a golden sun painted on the back.
The Light Saint King looked down at the crowd below.
He said with a light smile, "All of you have come for the Origin Land of the Fire Tribe, but you should also know.
The entry slots into the Origin Land are limited, not everyone can enter."
"Light Saint King, just tell us the rules," someone shouted from below.
"Only fifty people can go to the Origin Land this time.
The six major Fire Domains each have three slots.
That means eighteen slots.
