The news of the Nine Streams Conference spread across the entire Nine Provinces Land within a few days.
Countless warriors felt their hearts boiling, especially the younger generation, who were all thrilled, even if they weren't qualified to participate in the conference, it didn't affect the event's rapid rise as a daily topic among youths.
Even ordinary people fantasized about someday standing atop Spirit Mountain to discuss and compete with the talents from across Nine Provinces.
Ling Chen and the others from Witch Gate had already arrived at the base of Spirit Mountain aboard a sky ferry.
From afar, Spirit Mountain appeared like a mirage, covered in a mysterious veil.
The mountain body stands at over three thousand meters high. At mid-mountain, wispy white cloud bridges float in the air, making Spirit Mountain appear like a fairyland, looming and ethereal.
Seeing such a spectacle, anyone would be shocked, feeling a sense of reverence born within their hearts.
