Suddenly, an intangible pressure descended like dark clouds crushing down.
Below, everyone felt the frightening pressure approaching and their hearts trembled, abruptly halting their conversations.
The Grand Preceptor's voice followed once again at this moment.
"Now, the grand assembly of Immortals' martial competition begins, go ahead."
As his words ended, the crowd began to take flight, each heading towards their respective arenas.
And even more people flew towards a mountain not far away.
Standing higher naturally allowed for a further view; merely standing on flat ground with so many people blocking the view, what could they see?
Cao Zhen, too, led his disciples straight to the mountain, found a spot, and then looked towards the arenas.
He noticed that each arena was engraved with various formations, and likewise, beneath each arena, there was a designated referee.
To say there was a designated referee, in fact, more to maintain the safety of the formations.