Time flew by in a flash.
In just a few short days, the banks of the Great Dragon River, the dividing line between the North and the South, had become a forbidden zone for cultivators, utterly devoid of their presence.
Only ignorant mortals remained.
Otherwise, nearly every cultivator had chosen to leave. Even the Immortal Races and Sects that had resided here for generations had evacuated.
Conversely, this region was now locked down by the arrays of countless sects, large and small, which monitored it day and night. They projected images of every major and minor event, keeping it under constant surveillance. To put it bluntly, nearly every Immortal Dao influence in the entire Immortal Pivot had its eyes fixed on this area.
All eyes were on it.
It was like a powder keg. Calm on the surface, but with turbulent undercurrents, no one knew when it would finally explode.
Then came the tenth day.
