Over on the Sacred Island of the Blood Sea, Minghe was laughing at the four sects that had their gates opened their gates for the man in charge of the God Deification Ceremony. It was the only thing they could do. With the tribulation looming and the secrets of heaven in a complete mess, what else could they do when the only information they have on the man was his Mysterious Signs of a Winger Tiger mark?
Many came in hopes of being accepted as a disciple, but few succeeded. Even the most talented of them were only accepted as disciples of the existing disciples. After all, their main goal was to find the man in charge of the ceremony and accept him under their tutelage. The rest were just a consequence of this goal but it was already a great Fated Chance for those who were accepted as disciples.