Immortal's Battle Stage.

It was noon and the sweltering sun was overhead. Its harsh rays were baking the grass and weeds into dessicated husks. The chirping of cicadas could be heard, making anyone who was there feel a faint sense of agitation. 

The Immortal's Battle Stage was like a huge sword, partially jutting into the sky. Being able to stand atop the stage also required some degree of skill.  

The sunlight glazed across the stage, and on it could be seen two groups of individuals. One group was smaller, with about 20 individuals of all ages. They were wearing black and white robes marked with eight trigrams patterns as their long hair fluttered in the wind. It was truly an inspiring sight. 

On the other end was a large group of over a hundred individuals. All of them looked robust and were wearing robes paired with longswords. Compared to those individuals in black and white robes, they looked relatively more unyielding. However, their opponents had a very conspicuous immortal aura around them. 

The black and white-robed individuals were the cultivators sent by the Zhongyuan Dao Sect. There were elders and core disciples in their entourage. The other party were the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sec...