The Golden Crow fell in the west, the setting sun like blood.
The vast sunset spilled forth, plating mountains, rivers, grass, and trees in a heavy golden brilliance. A hint of warmth lingered in the air.
At the foot of Cuiyun Mountain, the arena tournament raged on.
The atmosphere was fiery hot, and the waves of sound rolled and surged, threatening to overturn the very heavens.
The mountain wind, too, was swept up in the clamor, whistling past.
After a series of brutal competitions, the winners for the three major Realm arenas—Spirit Awakening, Divine Power, and Acupoint—had all been decided.
The few young powerhouses who had distinguished themselves stood in the center of their arenas, basking in the supreme glory of being the center of attention, accepting the cheers and awe from all directions.
Only the Bright Heart Realm arena, in contrast, felt somewhat lonely and desolate.
The first three were competing for the title of "Strongest."
