Qin Feng smiled, his respect for the guide growing even more.
He glanced at the time. There were less than thirty days left until the Grand War Zone competition officially began.
'Ten years to sharpen one sword. It's time to come out of seclusion.'
With a single thought, Qin Feng's consciousness returned to reality.
He slowly opened his eyes and walked out of the Cultivation Quiet Chamber.
The central plaza of the City of Genesis was once again bustling with a cacophony of voices.
A century ago, billions of geniuses had gathered here. Now, the prodigies who had been eliminated in the assessments were long gone, leaving only the one million victors who had successfully advanced.
The vast majority of them, just like Qin Feng, had just finished a decade-long period of secluded cultivation and were emerging one after another from their residences.
At a glance, Qin Feng spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.
"Fire Circle."
"Qin Feng!"
