Sure, the Huring Sacred Land existed in the Huring Country. However, that didn't an the cultivators of the Huring Country had a free pass in the Sacred Land. If anyone there wanted to join, they would have to follow the procedures. Simply put, they had to participate in the recruitnt as well.
However, it's a fact that the Huring Country was controlled by the Huring Sacred Land, so their resource, quality of life, skills, and everything else was far above most other countries. That was also reflected in their available slots for recruitnt and the average acceptance rate.
"Last ti, the Huring Country got 52 of their participants into the Sacred Land."
"They always get more than double than the second place."
"There's no helping it. The Huring Country is sustained by the Sacred Land, after all."
"They're definitely in a different league of their own."
Eventually, all the countries gathered and were told to head to another building, where a much bigger teleport formation awaited them. That teleport formation would then send everyone to the Sacred Land itself, which was a few hundred kiloters away from the Huring City.
On the way, Samanta finally joined Rean and the others.
"Hey, it's Milina! What are you doing here, girl?" Samanta asked when she noticed the fatty in the group.
Milina smiled back at her and answered, "Thanks to Roan, uncle Fabio got one extra slot. He didn't have any other proteges like you guys, so he decided to allow to co."
Obviously, those two knew each other.
Samanta then looked at the twins. "So you are the new guys, huh? I'm Samanta."
Rean and Roan nodded as Rean replied, "Senior Fabio talked about you. To think you're already in the Late Stage of the Saint Realm, impressive."
Samanta didn't think her cultivation wasn't anything special as she replied, "Compared to the crazy guys here, I'm nothing particularly good." Samanta then pointed at the Huring Country disciples. "Are you looking at those guys? There isn't a single disciple there who isn't at least in the Middle Stage of the Saint Realm. At least half of them are already in the Late Stage. Also, their power isn't just on cultivation. They can all fight ordinary cultivators several stages above them, just like us."
Rean and Roan had to admit Samanta was right. They weren't idiots. They knew that with their Peak Stage Soul Transformation Realm cultivation, they might not be able to defeat even a single Middle Stage Saint Realm cultivator from Huring Country. Those people were bound to be even more spectacular than Gulia when they were in the Initial Stage.
Fabio, who was listening in their conversation, also added, "Huring Country isn't the only one, but they definitely have Elental Transformation Realm disciples in their midst. Now you understand why I only brought you here, wishing to expand your horizons. With that kind of competition, it would be way too hard to get inside."
Gulia couldn't help but ask, "But I heard they change the contents of the recruitnt every ti. Perhaps there will be so chance for us, right?"
Fabio nodded in response. "Everyone always expects that. However, strength will still call the shots. But yes, the chances aren't always zero."
Everyone then got into the huge formation and was teleported to the Sacred Land. Since the place was close, there wasn't a need for Divine Stones either. However, it was then that Rean and Roan were surprised by the view. "Now, that's unexpected."
The Sacred Land indeed was located a few hundred kiloters away from Huring City. However, it wasn't located a few hundred kiloters away from the city...instead, it was a few hundred kiloters up in the sky! As ntioned before, one wouldn't be able to see the total extent of Huring City unless they could fly high. Well, now they can.
Obviously, the twins weren't the only ones impressed. Many elders from several powers kept silent about this information, including Fabio. They liked to see their disciples' faces when they first arrived in this place.
Sister Orb then contacted Rean. [Weird...this kind of formation level that can keep this Sacred Land afloat doesn't make sense.]
'What do you an?' Rean asked. 'Could it be that the formations have flaws?'
[No, I can't tell if they have flaws or not as I would need to analyze them first. However, I can at least tell their level. The formations here are definitely at the God level.]
'God Level?' Rean knew about this level. Sister Orb told him before that after Golden Level, there was the Divine Level and finally the God Level. In any case, he didn't understand what Sister Orb was trying to imply. 'Is there a problem with these formations being God level?'
[Can't you understand?] Sister Orb asked in response before continuing. [The levels of the formations are much higher than the people who live here. I refuse to believe an isolated place like the Huring Continent would have access to God-level formations. First of all, there's no way they would have a God-level Formation Master.]
Rean found it weird. 'Why? Are God-level Formation Masters that rare?'
[They are. You definitely won't find them unless you head to the center of the Realm of Gods.]
'Couldn't this Sacred Land have simply contracted one of them to build these formations?' Rean asked in response.
[I doubt so. Look at the size of this place. This Sacred Land is definitely over a hundred kiloters wide, and it's flying! Do you have any idea how long it would take to make the formation array necessary to achieve this result? That's not sothing the cultivators of the Huring Continent could hope to pay for.]
Rean pondered over it for a bit and finally understood what Sister Orb ant. 'I see...you're telling that this Sacred Land was already here at first. The Huring Sacred Land simply took it for themselves at so point.'
Sister Orb was happy that Rean understood. [Exactly. Or we have so God-level Formation Master hiding here, but I doubt that to be the case.]
Roan then intervened in their conversation. 'Whatever. We're here for the information we need. Don't ss with the Sacred Land's secrets.'
Rean and Sister Orb agreed with his words.. 'You're right.'
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