As time went on, all forces had gathered on the platform.
Many cultivators were eager to show their strength in the upcoming competition.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
After three loud bangs, three figures instantly appeared above the platform.
Compared to the enormous platform, its figure is incredibly small.
But no one could ignore the immense aura emanating from them.
The noisy platform fell silent instantly.
Everyone shut their mouths and looked up.
A surge of spiritual energy emanated from them, sweeping across the entire platform like waves.
Outside the platform, in the dense forest, birds and beasts scattered, all moving away from the platform.
The trees rustled, and all the withered leaves were blown away.
The moment their toes touched the ground.
Song Chen truly felt the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
He felt as if he were locked in place, a numb sensation spreading upwards from the soles of his feet.
Is this the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator?
"Today, the Immortal Realm Grand Competition officially begins. The competition consists of two rounds, using a points-based system."
"The first match will be the team battle."
Without exchanging pleasantries, the Nascent Soul cultivator waved his sleeve, and the content on the huge water screen behind him automatically changed.
Song Chen stared intently at the water screen, where the rules of the team battle were written.
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Team Battle
Each cultivator starts with 3 points.
Points can be won, 1 point at a time.
With a score of 0, the cultivator is automatically eliminated.
Seven days later, the faction with the most points will win, based on the rankings.
For each additional cultivator who survives, the faction will be awarded an extra 3 points.
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Song Chen quickly calculated in his mind: 48 forces, each with 80 cultivators participating.
Excluding bonus points, the total points for the entire event are only a few.
Zhao Ziyi transmitted his thoughts through his mind:
“My master told me that in the last Immortal Realm Grand Competition, the cultivators from the Kunxian Tower got a total of 2,000 points.”
Song Chen nodded slightly. It was quite reasonable to get first place with just over two thousand points.
"Now, the competition is entering the preparation stage."
Please have the leading cultivator distribute random teleportation talismans.
At the command of the Nascent Soul cultivator, a stack of talismans appeared above the heads of various forces.
Elder Sun Meng flew into the sky and took down the talisman.
A moment later.
Each cultivator received a talisman from the elder.
Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi received the teleportation talisman and stood quietly in place waiting.
Each participating cultivator will receive 3 random teleportation talismans.
Once the points are stolen, you can use them to escape.
The competition is now officially underway!
After the Nascent Soul cultivator finished speaking, he waved his sleeve, and Song Chen unconsciously closed his eyes, his palm empty.
He and Zhao Ziyi were holding hands, but now they have been forcibly separated.
The next second, the familiar nausea hit.
"vomit!"
Song Chen opened his eyes and couldn't help but gag a few times.
Did that Nascent Soul cultivator activate a teleportation array?
He only felt nauseous when using teleportation arrays.
Song Chen took out water from his storage bag, took a few sips, and suppressed his discomfort.
On that huge platform, there were numerous array flags, and even a teleportation array was hidden inside.
He'll study it carefully when he has the chance.
Feeling a bit better, Song Chen looked up and around.
He is now deep in the mountains, surrounded by tall, ancient trees with dense canopies that block out the sun.
After searching for a while, he discovered that there was no one around.
It seems that the deep forests of Zhuoyangchuan are larger than he imagined.
More than three thousand cultivators were teleported so widely.
Song Chen asked telepathically:
"Ziyi, where are you? I'm coming to find you."
But after a long while, there was still no response.
Song Chen frowned. For the first time, he realized the importance of the strength of one's spiritual sense.
His consciousness is too weak right now.
The two were clearly in the same mountain range, yet they couldn't contact each other.
Worried that Zhao Ziyi might be in danger, Song Chen took out a flying artifact and stood on it.
His flying artifact was still the banana leaf that Zhao Ziyi had given him.
After his modifications, the banana leaf was no longer so fragile and had become a true third-grade flying magic weapon.
This banana leaf is not very conspicuous in the dense forest.
To the naked eye, it appears green, blending seamlessly into the environment.
However, upon closer inspection, one can still sense fluctuations in spiritual energy.
Song Chen frowned and took out two concealment talismans from his storage bag.
One was pasted on his body, and the other was pasted on a banana leaf.
He rode on a banana leaf and quickly rose into the air, landing on the highest branch of the ancient tree.
Eyes peer through the tree canopy, probing for the dangers high above.
There are many monks who share his views.
A thousand meters away, several cultivators were fighting in the air on flying magical artifacts.
Song Chen was anxious, fearing that Zhao Ziyi would encounter the same thing. He rode on a banana leaf and quickly moved forward through the canopy of trees.
As he walked, he used his mental communication to summon Zhao Ziyi.
**
At this moment, on the huge platform.
Only a bunch of Nascent Soul cultivators remained.
The monks gathered together, watching the water curtain in the sky.
At this moment, the words on the water screen disappeared.
A map of the Zhuoyangchuan Mountains appeared on the water screen.
Small red circles are scattered throughout the mountains.
Upon closer inspection, numbers were written on the circle.
Sun Meng looked at the map anxiously.
Because on the map, there was a small dot numbered 29, which was surrounded by a large number of people.
The next second, the water curtain changed, and the map disappeared.
More than a dozen fight scenes appeared on the water screen.
"Wow! More than ten people have already started fighting right at the start of the game!"
"Thankfully, none of them are from my sect. I hope the little brats hide well and don't get discovered!"
"Your sect hides itself every year during the Grand Competition, aren't you ashamed?"
"Hmph, what do you know? This is how we made it into the top twenty of the competition!"
The Nascent Soul cultivators, who had nothing to do with the battle, argued endlessly.
But Sun Meng's heart was in her throat.
The reason is that the cultivator being besieged was Zhao Ziyi.
I don't know why Zhao Ziyi is so unlucky.
They encountered five cultivators from Langya Academy right at the start of the game.
"Hahaha, well done! Defeat Zhao Ziyi! Avenge the destruction of the cruise ship!"
A hearty laugh rang out, and Sun Meng looked over to see that the person was an elder from Langya Academy.
Sun Meng snorted coldly, ignoring it and keeping her eyes fixed on the water screen.
**
In the dense forest.
Zhao Ziyi stood still, his body surging with spiritual energy, holding a magical flying sword.
He was surrounded by five cultivators from Langya Academy.
"Hmph, Zhao Ziyi, you never thought you'd end up like this!"
"Hand over the points, and we might go easy on you."
"Are you stupid? Besides points, Zhao Ziyi should also have treasures and money on him. We want it all!"
"Yes, hand over the treasure and money, and we'll let you go!"
The cultivators from Langya Academy were shouting and clamoring, as if they had already spotted a large amount of treasure beckoning to them.
Zhao Ziyi sneered:
"If you want to fight, then fight. While the spiritual energy hasn't been depleted yet, I'll play along with you for a bit!"
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