The path between the Alchemy Arena and the Combat Arena was completely packed with cultivators.
It was a human river of fluttering robes, gleaming armor, and excited faces, a true tide of spiritual energy crashing together and merging into a whirlwind of conversations.
The air vibrated with the anticipation of the Festival, a constant hum that was both physical and spiritual.
Lively conversations echoed from every direction, each group of cultivators forming a small island of discussion amid the ocean of people.
Some commented on the battles from the previous day, reliving the most thrilling moments with exaggerated gestures and sparkling eyes.
Others discussed the techniques used by the festival's top favorites, analyzing every movement, every flow of Qi, and every strategy like scholars deciphering a sacred text.
