On the grand square of the Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect, the visages of each cultivator appeared within the water curtain.
Their every action and movement were broadcasted here in real time, watched by everyone present.
The Golden Core elders did not join the disciples but were seated in the clouds, arranging tables filled with fine wines and dishes, ready to thoroughly enjoy this grand event.
After the Douyang cultivator had sent these disciples in, he hurriedly flew back.
"Get me a good seat, and another pot of Immortal Drunk, we can't miss out on the joy that comes once every ten years," he said.
The other Golden Core elders unanimously agreed.
"Such a show is indeed... too amusing, a rare joy on the path of cultivation."
"Every time I watch, it reminds me of the competition I partook in over 200 years ago... I was still a naïve youngster."
