At this moment.
In front of the city gate, a figure dressed in a blue-grey robe stood with hands behind the back — Taiping Daoist.
His face was ancient and simple, and his eyes were cloudy as he slowly surveyed the hundreds of family teams and lone travelers that had passed the first level,
Taiping Daoist's gaze lingered momentarily on figures like [Emperor Xuanyuan] and [Commander-in-Chief Chiyou], then he slowly cleared his throat,
His ethereal voice sounded like the ringing of a great bell, resonating in the ears of every living being:
"In this second stage of the contest, it will determine whether you can withstand the refinement of the Divine Furnace; those who cannot can retreat, but the last eleven beings who persist may enter the Central Extreme Imperial City."
"At that time, they will compete for the position of the Lord of Zhongji City."
The grand sound echoed, Kong Shentong squinted:
"Fellow Daoist, where is the Divine Furnace?"
