Although it was not yet the day of splitting open the skies, the area of the Hundred Clans Tower was already bustling with activity. There was a huge hubbub as people rose and fell. It looked like a black ocean from afar.
However, the people in the city did not pay too much attention to it.
At this moment, no one was willing to provoke the Hundred Clans. After all, this was still the territory of the Hundred Clans. If they really caused a ruckus, they wouldn't benefit at all.
Although the strength of the Hundred Clans was on the lower side, their numbers were several hundred times that of Penglai's.
Moreover, because the Hundred Race Grand Competition would be held in the Hundred Race Tower, the people from Penglai completely lost interest. They paid no attention to the movements of the Hundred Races at all. Instead, they focused on the arrangements for the day of splitting the heavens.
There were only three days left until the day of splitting open the skies. That was their home ground.
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Not long after, the clans that allied with the Mortal Emperor Mansion gathered over. Although the Mortal Emperor Mansion had fewer pinnacle Saint Realm experts than them, they did not have any thoughts of underestimating the Mortal Emperor Mansion's strength.
It was also because of their gathering that the Mortal Emperor Mansion's small group instantly grew in size. They were not any weaker than the powerful clans in the surroundings.
Dongfang Zheng did not make too many speeches. He cautiously swept his gaze across everyone's faces and said in a deep voice. "Let's go."
Under his lead, the people of the Mortal Emperor Manor, the Nine Nether Manor, the Asura Manor, and some other human forces gathered together. After that, they did not interact too much with each other as they marched towards the Hundred Clan Tower with the crowd.
Leng Yusen and Remnant Shadow were among the Nine Nether Manor and Asura Manor's groups. The two of them had extraordinary cultivation, reaching the pinnacle of the Seventh Tribulation in nine years. However, there was still a long way for them to reach the pinnacle of the Saint Realm.
Naturally, their gazes landed on Fenghao's body at first glance. Their expressions involuntarily sunk as they sensed the vast and heavy aura within Fenghao's body, while their eyes flickered.
Without a doubt, Feng Hao had once again walked ahead of them. More importantly, they could not see through Feng Hao's cultivation.
What did that mean?
They were already at the peak of the seventh tribulation. If they advanced further, wouldn't they be at the peak of the saint level?
Advancing a level in nine years. Even for them, an undetectable shock was revealed in the depths of their eyes.
After the experts beside them whispered something into their ears, the shock on their faces became even more intense. Their expressions also became solemn.
Both of them had Divine Master bodies, so they were confident that their talents were not inferior to Feng Hao's. However, this time, the gap between them was vividly displayed.
"He must have had other opportunities."
Thinking of this, Leng Yu Sen and the remnant shadow looked at Feng Hao with complicated gazes.
As for Feng Hao, despite the astonished and shocked gazes from the surroundings, his expression remained the same. There was a smile on his face as he teased Little Qingmeng, causing her to giggle happily.
After entering the Hundred Clan Tower, everyone followed the stairs on both sides, slowly making their way to the top like snakes.
Along the way, no one dared to take to the air. They all walked in an orderly manner, causing the atmosphere to become slightly oppressive.
Everyone knew that there would definitely be a fierce battle in the competition. Every race would fight for their own ranking, so blood was unavoidable.
Perhaps every single person here was a ruler on the Hundred Races Continent, but they could not be any more ordinary here. Moreover, in the eyes of many people, they were just cannon fodder.
Walking like this, Fenghao's group finally arrived at the top of the Hundred Clan Tower after roughly an hour.
There was a huge formation at the top. The formation inscriptions were extremely complicated, and a lustrous light constantly flickered on the formation. It seemed mysterious and profound.
There were twelve grooves around the formation, and within these grooves were twelve dazzling Divine Origin, which were used to activate the formation.
Everyone who came here for the first time could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
It was simply too extravagant. Twelve Divine Origin was only used to activate a single formation.
"Damn it. What a waste. It's a complete waste of resources. I'll secretly take it away another day."
Long Yue Guan muttered, before stepping into the formation with Feng Hao's group.
It was like a bottomless pit. Feng Hao felt weightless as he walked onto the formation, as if he was constantly falling. The speed was extremely fast, and it was rather hair-raising.
However, before he could even react, his eyes lit up.
It was a huge square. Looking left and right, Feng Hao could not see the end. It was like a miniature world.
Moreover, after sensing it slightly, he felt that it was the same as the outside. Moreover, the spiritual energy was extremely dense, so much so that it was much denser than the residences of some peak factions in the Penglai World.
At the very least, Feng Hao, who had been to the Sky Overlord Sacred Land, felt that the residences of the Sky Overlord Sacred Land could not be compared to this place.
"I didn't think there would be a place like this in the Hundred Clan Tower …"
As he walked, Feng Hao's eyes flickered with emotion.
"Rumor has it that there is an Immortal Vein under the Hundred Race Ancient City. The Hundred Race Tower is built according to the Immortal Vein."
Elder Fen's voice rang out in his head, sounding rather solemn.
Back then, the Hundred Race Tower was the largest, so it naturally occupied the most advantageous terrain.
"I see …"
Feng Hao understood. He had already witnessed the miraculous aspects of the Hundred Race Tower. It was not easy to maintain the existence of such a wondrous place.
Soon enough, Dongfang Zheng stopped at a corner.
This was only a corner of the wide square. Beyond that was the white barrier wall.
Status determined the location. With a glance, Feng Hao saw that both the Mang Flame Clan and the Shaman Spirit Clan were very close to the center of the square.
Their status was due to their strength and ranking. But at this moment, when the surrounding clans looked at them, there wasn't much respect in their eyes. On the contrary, their gazes were a little weird and some were even taking joy in their misfortune.
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