At this moment, Shui Wuhen’s expression was solemn. “This martial gathering hosted by the Xuantian Dao Sect is different from the past. In the past, it was just a trial and experience for disciples. But this time, it has coincided with the opening of the Immemorial Path, so it has an added purpose to fight for quotas.”

“Immemorial Path?” asked Long Chen.

“The Immemorial Path…” Shui Wuhen sighed. “A thousand years ago, I was also just like you. I also chanced upon the opening of the Immemorial Path… but at that time…”

Shui Wuhen suddenly went silent. A trace of fear appeared in her eyes. It was obvious just how terrifying that Immemorial Path had been for her.

She sighed, brushing off those miserable memories. “It’s best to just talk about the trial for now. But before that, let me first give you a brief explanation about the structure of the Xuantian Dao Sect.

“Although the Xuantian Dao Sect I’m talking about is just the branch sect, it has tens of millions of elite cultivators. As for the people who can attend the martial gathering this time, they are elites amongst elites. Our thirty-sixth supermonastery is the weakest existence...