As the Dharma-Transmitting Elder struck the massive ancient bronze bell, ten thousand swords sang in unison. A colossal Eight Trigrams phantom materialized at the center of the Immortal Pivot Arena—the sect's pride and joy, the "Thousand Mechanisms Sword Formation." Each sword qi automatically evolved according to the contestant's cultivation level, falling like rain, striking like thunder.
"First round, Thousand Mechanisms Trial! Enter the formation!"
At the elder's command, hundreds of disciples plunged into the formation like falling meteors. Su Ci led the charge, desperate to salvage the face he'd just lost. His python-skin whip transformed into countless afterimages, whipping up violent winds.
