As Zhao Xiansun's voice reverberated around the manor, he flung his sleeve, and the huge square at the center of Fallen City violently quaked. 

The ground bulged and cracked. In just a dozen breaths, a stone platform hundreds of feet tall emerged.

Countless people within Fallen City fixed their gazes on the stone platform. Their eyes were blazing with excitement.

Zhao Xiansun flicked his finger, and rays of Genesis Qi light gathered above the stone platform. The Genesis Qi brought up some soil and turned it into a clay cylinder holding eight sticks. Each stick was glowing brightly, making it impossible to see their markings.

“The Wanzu Region won the previous nine regions...