The small island slowly floated over and finally stopped not far from the pier.
Everyone held their breath, waiting.
This small island was the legendary magical secret realm. It’s said that once you enter, it’s completely different from how it appears on the outside.
Under the expectant gazes of everyone, the selection finally began.
A beam of white light enveloped a cultivator, who slowly floated up. A number appeared above his head: one. Then, a second cultivator was enveloped by the white light, also floating up, with a number above his head: two.
The cultivators who were selected were overjoyed but didn’t dare move, fearing that any movent might disqualify them.
More and more cultivators were being selected, and their sects or friends cheered happily for them, feeling joyful.
"Ah, my senior brother has been selected too, haha, he’s the eighty-eighth one," Yan Rui happily said to Tianmiao, "I hope senior brother gains sothing inside. Oh, right, Sister Tian, what about your junior brother? Hasn’t he appeared yet? There are only twelve spots left," Yan Rui was anxious on behalf of Tianmiao.
"I don’t know either," Tianmiao wasn’t concerned at all, "He should make it in ti."
"Eighty-nine!" Yan Rui watched another person float up and said anxiously.
Tianmiao turned her head toward the courtyard, not speaking, just smiling slightly.
The secret realm continued with its selection.
"Ninety-nine."
There’s just one person left, and then everyone could enter the secret realm.
However, the hundredth person was still nowhere to be seen.
The crowd started to beco restless, as this had never happened before.
These selections always went quickly, but this ti, the hundredth had not yet been chosen.
Everyone began to look around, wanting to see who this last lucky person would be. Silently, they couldn’t help but wonder if it might be themselves?
Just then, above West Pole City, thick thunderclouds suddenly appeared, followed by rumbling thunder.
A breakthrough in tribulation?
Who was breaking through at this ti?
But soon, the clouds dissipated, the thunder vanished, and the sky cleared again.
Everyone was bewildered; what was going on?
Why did the heavenly tribulation just vanish?
A failed breakthrough?
No, the tribulation lightning didn’t even strike before disappearing.
Was it the cultivation suppression, choosing not to break through, causing the tribulation clouds to disappear? Is that possible?
While everyone was confounded, a beam of white light shot rapidly from the island towards West Pole City.
The next mont, all the selected cultivators seed to be drawn by a force, flying towards the island and then disappearing.
And the mysterious hundredth cultivator wasn’t seen clearly by anyone. They only saw a white light flying from the city, completely obscuring the person enveloped in it, before being pulled into the island and disappearing.
Soon after, the island began to sink, closing the secret realm. In ten days, the secret realm would rise again, sending the cultivators out, and then drift away, disappearing over the West Sea.
The unselected cultivators watching at the pier gradually left with regret. So, who ca just to observe and gain knowledge, lingered for a while longer, savoring the experience before leaving slowly.
Yan Rui turned to Tianmiao, "Sister Tian, let’s return to the city together."
"Sure, shall we have a al together?" Tianmiao asked with a smile.
Yan Rui turned to look at Xu Zihai standing to the side, blinking her big eyes expectantly at him.
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