The Beginning of the Great Competition
"Guardian Elder, the entrance is open. Should we go in now?" Kevin stood beside Yaman and said excitedly.
It would be a pity not to take such a rare opportunity.
Yaman remained silent for a moment.
The fierce winds from the entrance blew against his robes as he gazed into the distance.
Before him stretched a chaotic scene unlike anything seen in ordinary times.
The ancient entrance of the Martial Emperor Tomb glowed brilliantly beneath the heavens. Streams of light continuously shot through the sky as cultivators from every corner of The Forsaken Domain rushed toward it.
Some fought in midair.
Some formed temporary alliances.
Others ambushed rivals before they could enter.
The scent of blood already lingered in the air.
Screams echoed occasionally as unlucky cultivators were knocked from the sky.
Opportunities and danger had always walked hand in hand.
Yaman watched everything quietly.
His eyes swept across the battlefield.
