Before the colossal altar of the kingdom, thousands had gathered. The very air trembled with anticipation and dread. Sect disciples, royal heirs, and wandering cultivators all stood shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ancient structure looming in the distance.
Excitement, awe, fear, and bloodlust mixed together, filling the atmosphere like an invisible storm. Some cultivators tightened their grips on their weapons, veins bulging with nervous tension. Others steadied their breathing, preparing their hearts to step into the unknown. Most had already sworn allegiance to the great sects or the four royal families, eager to seek opportunities for glory.
Yet one group stood apart from the chaos.
The disciples of the Sanatan Flame Sect exuded an entirely different aura. Their expressions were calm, their posture relaxed, their confidence unwavering. Not a single flicker of fear tainted their gazes. They stood as if the Secret Realm itself was beneath their feet.
