The sun was starting its slow ascent into the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the Grand Competition Grounds. A mix of dust and spirit energy lingered in the air like a shimmering curtain, carrying the distinct aroma of burnt essence and blood. The crowd's cheers surged and receded, creating a living wave of excitement and restless anticipation.
The Grey Shadow Hall elder raised his arm once more, and the arena fell into silence. The fabric of his robes swayed gently in the wind, while his voice resonated across the wide-open field like a rumble of thunder.
"Number Seven."
Five jade cards pulsed faintly in response across the gathering of disciples. From the ranks of each clan, five young cultivators stepped forward—each one radiating a distinct aura of strength and pride.
