It was noon. At that moment, at the foot of the Grand Rainbow Heaven Mountain, in every direction, everything was filled with people. There were hundreds of millions, all gathered together like a massive anthill.
Practically all the greatest organizations in the universe were represented there. Everyone under ten thousand years old who truly had ambitions of reaching the peak of cultivation had prepared for this great moment.
Only a thousand of them would manage to have their names carved into history. Fortunately, according to the rules, the ten greatest organizations in the universe could only send 50 people to the tournament. That meant they would inevitably occupy only half of the spots. So all the other sects would still get a chance, even if it was small, to push their people through.
In every previous Celestial Tournament, 99% of the spots were always taken by the top 20 organizations of the universe. But around 10 lucky people from below that rank always appeared.
