Sky Spring City.

In front of the Dao-Seeking Platform, a sea of people had gathered.@@novelbin@@

Most of these people were not from Sky Spring City but from surrounding areas.

Without exception, they were all mortals.

Among them were some martial artists who had honed their skills.

But no matter how formidable a martial artist was, they were still just a martial artist. Even those hailed as top experts or innate masters in the martial world had to bow their heads in front of cultivators. If given the chance, they would fight tooth and nail to join a cultivation sect.

Unfortunately, the immortal sects only valued spiritual roots and talent; high martial skills were of no use.

A few disciples from the Chiyang Sect looked at the crowd and couldn't help but complain.

"Sigh, more disciples have died this year than last... We used to hold the Dao-Seeking Conference once a year, then it became twice a year, then every season, and now it's every month. It's exhausting for us immortals."

"Well, there's no choice. The competition is getting fiercer, and even the elders of the sect are stuck at bottlenecks, let alone us ordinary disciples."

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