ng Hao watched as all the mortals passed through the portal in an orderly manner. He stood tall beside the portal, his gaze sweeping the area to ensure no one was left behind.
With steady breath and a loud voice that echoed, he shouted again, "Third-tier sects, move!"
The call was imdiately t with synchronized movents from the mbers of the third-tier sects. Each sect moved in neat formations led by their elders, figures with Master-level strength.
At the front, their sect banners waved proudly, serving as symbols of pride and affirming their presence. Confidence was evident in their steps, like a wave brimming with self-assurance.
The sect disciples appeared enthusiastic. They had been selected through a rigorous process, battling fiercely among themselves. Their victories in those duels had brought them to this mont, carrying the na of their sect toward great opportunities. Their faces were filled with passion and optimism.
Behind it all, they were equipped with a variety of supporting tools, from weapons to auxiliary artifacts.
"Next, the core mbers and elders, proceed!" ng Hao commanded the final group of the Cui race with a firm tone. His voice carried an energy that inspired their resolve.
This final group was the most distinguished. It consisted of elders with Grandmaster-level strength and elite disciples ranging from Master to Tier-3 levels. They walked confidently, even exuding a slight air of arrogance.
Their faces radiated pride that was hard to conceal. How could they not? They were the core mbers of the Eternal Swan Sect, the number one sect in the Guandu realm, and their na always brought great honor.
"Hey, Jing Bao, are you confident you'll be the main player in the event later?" asked a young woman teasingly. Her long hair flowed freely, adding to the elegance that enveloped her personality.
Her gaze was filled with curiosity, though she tried to hide her doubt behind a smile.
The young man nad Jing Bao looked at her casually. His short black hair was slightly ssy, and a red mark at the center of his forehead gave him a unique appearance.
He yawned slowly before replying, "Well... I'm not too sure. No need to be overly optimistic."
The answer made the woman frown. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You? Not even sure?" Her voice rose, reflecting her barely hidden surprise.
However, Jing Bao rely smirked. "But if you promise to be my wife, I'll definitely be the main player later," he retorted teasingly, glancing at her with a aningful look.
"Ugh... just admit you're unsure," she retorted with a sarcastic tone. However, she did not give up. Her gaze shifted to a muscular man standing nearby. "Second brother, how about you?" she asked hopefully.
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The man, his muscular body evident through his minimal clothing, stepped forward. A black headband encircling his head added a masculine touch to his appearance.
"I'll change my race if I lose," he declared firmly, without the slightest hesitation. His sharp gaze reflected absolute confidence in his abilities.
"What is there to fear from the newcors of this realm? At most, they're just early-stage Masters with little combat experience," he added casually yet confidently.
His statent made the other core mbers nod in agreent. That confidence gradually spread, erasing the doubts that had montarily crossed their minds. The woman, who had previously seed hesitant, now appeared more assured. With fiery enthusiasm, she followed their steps.
The group of core mbers finally walked toward the portal. The sect elders followed behind them, maintaining the formation with high discipline.
ng Hao nodded slightly after ensuring all groups had passed through the portal. His gaze shifted toward Tauriel, who stood calmly at the edge of the platform. Her deanor was so graceful, exuding authority, yet there was a relaxed air in the way she waited.
"Your turn, the noble Silent Forest Race, Tauriel," ng Hao said in a friendly tone, bowing slightly in respect.
"Thank you," Tauriel replied, her lips curling into a small smile, though her eyes hinted at calculated calmness. For a mont, her gaze shifted toward Lorin, the middle-aged elf man she trusted to lead her group.
Lorin stood at the very front of the line, his posture upright and his voice booming as he gave instructions to the elves behind him. His voice was filled with confidence, organizing them with efficiency that reflected years of leadership experience.
"First row, move! Keep the formation tidy!" Lorin commanded, swinging his hand to signal. The elves, both immortal cultivators and mortals, began stepping forward in synchronized steps, carrying the pride of the Silent Forest Race.
Tauriel observed her group with a proud expression. Although the Silent Forest was an ancient race with a long history, her instincts told her that Aleron's suggestion to include mortals was a wise decision. As a leader, she knew that strength was not only about cultivation levels but also about diversity that could bring different strategies in facing adversaries.
It did not take long before all mbers of the Silent Forest Race had entered the multi-dinsional portal. Only Tauriel, ng Hao, and a few officials stationed in the portal area remained. A mont of silence enveloped them, accompanied by the faint hum of the portal's energy spinning continuously.
"Well, Lord ng Hao? Will you enter together with ?" Tauriel asked, her voice soft yet exuding authority, glancing briefly at ng Hao, who stood not far from her.
"Of course, Your Grace Tauriel. Please, after you," ng Hao replied with a slight nod. His breath felt lighter. In his heart, he knew that once in the Divine Sky Realm, the pressure he had felt from Tauriel would significantly lessen. He only needed to follow the plan.
Tauriel nodded slightly, her steps steady as she entered the multi-dinsional portal. Monts later, ng Hao followed with a relaxed stride, though his gaze remained cautious.
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Multi-Dinsional Portal - Divine Sky Realm
On the other side of the portal, the scene they entered was not much different from the portal area in the Guandu Realm. Within a one-kiloter radius, the area had been sterilized, occupied only by staff working with high discipline. The faint hum of the portal's energy mixed with the sound of the staff's footsteps, creating an atmosphere that felt organized yet silent.
Near the portal, two figures awaited calmly. The first was an old man in a white robe, his beard extending down to his chest. His wrinkled face radiated authority, and every movent exuded deep experience. Beside him stood a short-statured woman with a confident deanor. Although small in build, her aura was no less powerful than the old man's, and her eyes shone with sharpness that was hard to ignore.
The old man was Elder Ming Zhao, Aleron's envoy assigned to welco guests from the Guandu Realm. anwhile, the woman beside him was Elen, a temporary replacent for Hana, who was unavailable. Her role that day was to host the important guests from the Guandu Realm who would arrive shortly.
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