In the Divine Source Monastery, the Grand Abbot was sitting in a room, conversing with Prior Hishen. Mid-conversation, his gaze shifted towards the center of the divine realm, as if he could see all the way to the center of the realm thousands of miles away.
"What is it?" Prior Hishen asked curiously.
"There appears to be scrying eyes peering into the realm," the Grand Abbot replied calmly.
Prior Hishen frowned as he heard this. Someone dared to violate the sanctity of the Divine Source Monastery.
"Should we take action?" Prior Hishen asked.
"No need," the Grand Abbot shook his head lightly. "Our mission is to ensure the safety of the World Seed until it is claimed by someone worthy. Those peering within will not dare to step foot within the monastery itself, so they are of no concern."
"I see," Prior Hishen replied.
"However, i doesn't seem fair that some are viewing the happenings of the trials while the rest are left in the dark," the Grand Abbot said, and then flared his power for a brief moment, activating unseen formations and mechanisms.
Prior Hishen raised an eyebrow, as he knew which formations were just activated.
"It seems the crowd outside is going to be quite rowdy for a time," Prior Hishen sighed, already growing tired of the massive crowds presence.
The Grand Abbot smiled but said nothing. It would definitely be a event to remember.
…
The makeshift city outside the divine source monastery continued to thrive and grow, reaching a staggering size and population. It was as if a small nation had decided to establish itself there.
The bustling city continued as usual, although it had been relatively quiet for a while, as no updates to the stele had happened for some time.
Rumble!
The familiar rumbling occurred, stirring the crowd into frenzied excitement once more. The streets flooded with those leaving their establishments to lay their eyes on the massive stele.
However, the expected change to the stele did not happen, and insisted something completely unexpected occurred instead. The eyes of everyone went wide with surprise, and then uncontained excitement as a screen of light appeared on the stele instead; a screen of light that depicted eight of the participants standing within a massive arena.
"They're showing us what's happening within!"
"There's even sound! We can hear what's being said!"
Exited uproars spread through the city from this change, as watching what was happening within would be far more entertaining than waiting for textual updates on the trial results.
Those excited uproars heightened as they heard the words uttered by the stone golem standing before the cultivators.
"The final trial will be a combat trial, where only one of you will be allowed to progress onwards to the one true treasure of this realm."
…
"A combat trial? Finally something interesting,"
Zasgoth said, his voice like a snakes hiss.
Many of the other cultivators also felt their excitement grow, as combat was their true speciality. Only Serilia of the Faerie race frowned upon hearing the nature of the trial, but did not voice her protest.
John felt his blood boil with murderous anticipation, and he instinctively shifted his gaze towards Asuros, who had done the exact same. A confident smirk appeared on Asuros' face.
"Finally, I'll have my chance to end your pathetic life once and for all," he said with a sinister smile.
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