“We’ve arrived?”

Long Chen looked around him. This was an extremely large plaza. There were over a hundred groups present.

Those groups were in a semi-circle around the center of the plaza. Long Chen noticed that there was a certain design under each of those groups.

After carefully examining them, Long Chen noticed they were archaic characters for numbers, going from number one to number 108.

All of them suddenly realized that they were actually the last to arrive. The only open area was the spot numbering 108.

Their arrival immediately attracted attention from the others. Some gazes were curious, some were indifferent, but the absolute majority were disdainful.

And yet, when they sensed their auras, that disdain became amazement.

Of their 108th monastery, Tang Wan-er’s cultivation base was the highest. A couple of days ago, she had advanced to the seventh Heavenstage of Tendon Transformation, and her aura was shocking to these people.

Other than Tang Wan-er, the others were also extremely powerful, their auras like sharp, unsheathed blades that made it so others didn’t dare look at them directly.

“Huh? Someone at Blood Condensation?”...