After the events at the Golden Dao Palace concluded, Gu Chen led the crowd out.
The palace, forged from celestial solar gold, was suspended high in the heavens, radiating tens of thousands of luminous beams like an eternal sun that would never fall.
Beneath it, a large number of heaven's proud talents had already gathered. Seeing Gu Chen and the others emerge, they naturally knew that the Ten Thousand Tribes competition had reached its conclusion.
"Why does it feel like there are so many fewer people?"
"Yeah, a lot of the covering generation demons are missing."
"Eh, have you noticed that not even the celestial beings like the Golden-Winged Great Peng, nor the Heaven Clan's Ning Yu Fei or the behemoths from the Lightning and Prison Clans have emerged?"
The cultivators guarding the outside of the Golden Dao Palace were shaken, one by one, upon witnessing this scene.
