Sect leader Xuanyuan Bin looked at everyone and nodded slightly as a sign of greeting.
Afterwards, he mobilized his spiritual power, drew seals with his hands, and easily summoned a teleportation array, standing in front of Fengtian Mountain.
The sect leader raised his hand and said, "Everyone, please get on the teleportation array!"
"Thank you, Sect Master." Everyone said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the applicants from the Ten Elemental Masters organizations went in first, followed by the applicants from the Eight Realms, then the applicants from the Thirteen Prefectures, and finally the disciples of the Shen Ye Sect.
Yun Zheng and her friends looked at each other, then jumped into the teleportation array. About two seconds later, their feet touched solid ground.
A breeze accompanied by clouds and spiritual energy blew over, making people tremble slightly.
The next moment, many people cried out in surprise.
Yun Zheng was slightly stunned and looked around. Clouds and mist were lingering around Fengtian Mountain. Mist dragons were flying, and the breeze was blowing the clouds and mist, making it feel like a fairyland.
At the top of Fengtian Mountain, it looked as if a strong man had cut off the sharp peak with a sword, leaving a flat top.
What is surprising is that surrounding the entire flat top of Fengtian Mountain is... a seat made of expensive Phoenix Stone.
These Phoenix Stone seats are arranged layer by layer and will not block anyone's view.
As expected, the seats in front were extremely luxurious and high-profile. It was obvious at a glance that they were reserved for envoys from high-ranking continents.
The plain in the middle is extremely vast.
There are five arenas on the flat ground, each of which is extremely spacious, as if the size of the giants is taken into consideration.
If two giants fight on it, they don't have to worry about crushing the ring or having their movements restricted.
The ten thousand applicants were taken aside, and those left sitting on the Phoenix Stone seats were practitioners from all over the Holy Ruins.
They were unable to participate in the Tianling Conference, either because of their strength or talent, or because they were not old enough, or simply came to observe and learn from the experience...
Grand Elder Duan Huamao stood in front of the applicants and reminded them, "The Tianling Conference won't have any gimmicks. It's just a one-on-one promotion competition. Once you're eliminated, there's no chance of recovery."
It is very difficult to select the top 50 from 10,000 people.
To remain in the final fifty, one must have gone through at least eight ring matches.
Although Yun Zheng had heard this before, she still felt a little emotional when she heard it. The rules of the Tianling Conference were relatively simple and crude.
"We'll draw the lots later. The two people who draw the same number in the first round will face off in the ring. We'll start with number one and end with number five thousand."
Soon, the Great Elder began to distribute the lottery sticks.
Yun Zheng drew a light spot from the fortune stick and stuck it on the registration token.
In an instant, the number 'fourteen' appeared on the registration token.
All applicants knew their fortune numbers and curiously asked the people next to them, "What's your number?"
Yun Zheng turned to look at her friends, only to see that all seven of them had shown their registration tokens.
Mu Yin is 'two', Feng Xinglan is 'seventy-five', Nangong Qingqing is 'eighty-nine'...
Fortunately, there are no identical ones.
Mu Yin asked nervously, "Why am I 'second'?"
"It doesn't matter what the number is, just hold on."
After a pause, Yun Zheng looked at Feng Xinglan and the others, and said in a serious and solemn tone, "If you really can't win in the ring, then admit defeat immediately. Winning or losing the match, and ascending to heaven, are not as important as your lives."
Feng Xinglan was about to answer when Yu Qiu and the others said in unison, smiling, "That makes sense."
Feng Xinglan: “…”
Suddenly, the communication crystal in Yun Zheng's storage space lit up twice, and she used her spiritual sense to listen.
The uncle sent a message: "If you are afraid, just admit defeat. Your uncle will never find it embarrassing for you."
Emperor Zun sent a message: "I'm almost there."
Before Yun Zheng could get back to them, there was a huge commotion ahead.
Hundreds of figures suddenly appeared in front of them. Their aura and pressure were so strong that it made people feel depressed and they almost couldn't help but kneel down.
Another powerful pressure came down.
'boom--'
Most of the people in the Holy Ruins knelt down uncontrollably.
'Thump, thump'
The friends almost knelt down, but Qingfeng protected them from the shadows. Qingfeng just told them to squat down quickly.
Yun Zheng felt a warm force blocking her, and all the pressure she was under disappeared.
She also squatted down swiftly.
Everyone present was forced to kneel, including the Shen Ye Sect's leader, the first elder, the second elder, Liang Guanren, Di Nian, the hall masters of the Elementalist Organization, the clan leaders of the major races, and some powerful independent cultivators.
Yun Zheng squatted in the middle of the crowd and looked over calmly. She saw Rong Shuo at a glance. At this moment, he was wearing a golden mask, which added a bit of mystery and magnificence.
Beside Rong Shuo was a young man in a black robe, also wearing a ghost mask.
Somehow, she felt that this man with the ghost mask was somewhat familiar...a familiar feeling of disgust.
Yun Zheng's gaze fell on the old man on Rong Shuo's right. It was him who had just exuded such coercion and forced everyone to kneel down!
This old man doesn't seem to be an ordinary person.
but……
The person who frightened her the most was the man wearing a ghost mask.
The whole place was silent. This was an absolute crushing from the superior.
Everyone also felt something unusual. In the past, there were at most twenty envoys from the advanced continent, but now there are hundreds of them!
How can this not make people a little... panic? !
The leader of the Shen Ye Sect and others were also shocked. Although they had known that the number of envoys would increase, they did not expect so many people to join.
Moreover, the envoys who came from the advanced continent in previous years were squeezed to the back, and their existence was almost invisible.
This year's Tianling Conference...
What big boss did I offend?!
"We greet the distinguished envoys!"
The clan leader and others hurried forward and bowed humbly.
The old man of extraordinary status glanced at the Emperor, a strange look flashing across his eyes. He then looked at the Sect Master and the others and said with a haughty smile, "Begin. Let me see what your Holy Ruins' Tianling Conference is like."
Neither the Emperor nor the man with the ghost mask said anything, as if they agreed.
The clan leader broke out in a cold sweat. "Yes, envoys, please take your seats."
At this moment, Liang Guanren recognized Rong Shuo and the old man in white robe, because there was a logo on his clothes - Chixiao Divine Wind.
Liang Guanren was slightly shocked. The Chixiao Shenfeng Palace was a top force in the advanced continent and was a mortal enemy of the Shuo Palace.
A Scarlet Sky Divine Wind Palace, a Shuo Palace, and...
Liang Guanren looked at the man with the ghost mask, his brows suddenly frowned. This should be a descendant of the Celestial Clan from the advanced continent, with a very high status!
The three major forces came together, what was the purpose?!
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