While the disciples gaped at the strange realm of nine suns, four vast figures descended into the sky, visible to everyone.
The air tightened; every person present straightened as if an invisible weight had pressed down on their shoulders.
'Ancestor, may I?' Fang Wu sent the thought, mentally.
The Martial Ancestor nodded his head once.
Fang Wu stepped forward.
"I am Fang Wu, Peak Master of Martial Heaven Peak. Today, by the Ancestor's will, you have been chosen by great destiny to appear and contend to inherit the Martial Ancestor's legacy."
His words sank into the crowd.
As he had expected, over sixty percent of the disciples were from Martial Heaven Peak; excitement and greed flickered across many faces.
To be singled out by the Ancestor, even to be eligible, was a fortune many could brag about.
But Fang Wu's next words wiped the smile from every face.
