Two months passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, the purple firmament had just risen, and dawn light poured forth in ten thousand rays.
Across the entire Ye Family plaza, the massive sacrificial cauldron was packed full of sandalwood smoke sticks.
As the smoke rose into the void, it turned into coils of smoke dragons, circling above without dispersing.
The cultivator race people on the plaza were solemn to the extreme.
Ye Xuefan stepped forward and began the prayer. Only after the prayer was finished did he look toward Ye Xueliang, Ye Xingxiao, Ye Jing Hu, Ye Haiyu, and the others.
"Jing Hu, Haiyu, let's begin!"
Right now, there were still as many as a hundred and eighty people standing before them.
These people were precisely those participating in the Talisman Conference grand competition.
The rewards for this Talisman Conference trial were unusually generous, so almost everyone who could come had come.
