At the peak of Ten Thousand Souls Mountain, the wind and clouds changed color.
On the day of the finals, it seemed as if the entire Cultivation World was holding its breath. The arena for the Ten Thousand Souls Tournament had long been transformed into a massive battleground of a hundred meters square, surrounded by densely packed forbidden skill arrays, with waves of energy within that were enough to make one's heart palpitate.
On the viewing platform, representatives from prestigious forces were seated in rows. The experts from the Holy Sword Sect, dressed in white, had an otherworldly aura; the elders from Xuantian Pavilion had solemn expressions; even the enigmatic figures hidden away for years had broken through barriers, all to witness this supreme duel.
