Start From Cultivation University

"Starting from Xiuxian University ()"

At this time, the Ancheng Stadium was full of voices.

Clouds surrounding the Yin-Yang flag and the national flag of Huaguo whirred in the wind. There was no empty seat in the stadium, and the surrounding stands were crowded with people. The breathing of tens of thousands of spectators made the entire space inside the stadium hot.

At the moment when the broadcast was broadcast, earth-shattering applause came from the auditorium, and thousands of spectators clapped their hands and screamed loudly. Although there was no one in the arena at this time, they still shouted as if they were going to tear their throats.

Since the audience tickets for the Xianyun Games are sold nationwide, many audience members are not from Anseong, or even from Shaanxi Province. But one thing in common - most of them are very rich, and all of them are very lucky.

In order to come to watch this unprecedented Fairy Games live, they have spent a lot of effort to get the tickets, and spent sky-high prices on booking planes and hotels, just to participate in this extraordinary few hours.

At the moment of sitting in the seat, the expression on everyone's face is like a pilgrimage.

"Hey, bro, are you from Qingcheng? Isn't it hard to buy a plane ticket?"

"Don't mention it! In the past two days of the Fairy Games, the air ticket to Ancheng has doubled by three or four times! Thanks to my buddies, there are people in the Ministry who got the tickets...but it's worth it to have a look!"

"That's not true! I heard that this competition is full of official students of that Kunlun University... 100 people! It is said that nearly half of them are the first batch of true immortals, whose strength can reach the foundation building!"

"Building a foundation?! Isn't it? I also opened an immortal cultivation class here. After a year of experience, not many people have practiced qi. Doesn't it mean that there are only a hundred or so who are registered in the central department? This comes directly to dozens of Foundation Establishment?"

"Didn't your publicity say that? Why do you think that university has attracted so much attention? The highest individual strength in a single round, this school is even higher than the official... This competition will select the strongest among them. It is equivalent to being number one in the country!"

"Holy shit, so this match will cost people's lives, right? We paid a lot of money to watch these immortal cultivators fight... This is giving up your life to accompany a gentleman!"

"What the hell, those real cultivators usually have to go on TV when they see one, but now they can watch a hundred of them live... Even if they risk their lives to accompany the gentleman, I will accompany him!"

"Hey, do you know the names of those players..."

"..."

Most of the audience are strangers, but only when entering the scene, a subtle sense of identity connects everyone.

Many people were excitedly communicating with each other, most of which were rumors about Kunlun University and immortal cultivators. Such topics brought them closer together, and it was as familiar as wearing a pair of underpants when they were young.

And they entered the arena together with thousands of camera shots from hundreds of media across the country.

While the audience is entering the arena, the high-tech equipment is aimed at the empty stadium, recording every detail of the stadium at 360 degrees without dead ends, and at the same time, the drone traverses the entire Ancheng and broadcasts it to the TV station in real time .

Across the country, almost all private theaters with high cost performance are fully booked today. In countless families, the TV sets that are usually used as decorations are all reopened, and audiences across the country are waiting in front of the TV to watch the same screen.

——While the audience screamed, countless similar scenes were staged in front of thousands of screens across the country.

In the private theater, the projector at the back played the live broadcast on the wall in front of them. In the light and shadow, young people with yin and yang icons on their arms and Tao-style hairbands on their heads stood up from their seats, nervously Pat the back of the chair and yell loudly.

"The Immortal Games have begun!"

In the living room of the family, a family of four generations, ranging from an 80-year-old woman to a three-year-old child, gathers together on the sofa. Smoking incense sticks are inserted in the jade tripod behind the wall, and fruit plates and snacks are stacked in front of them. With the appearance of the picture on the TV, the children waved the small triangular flag of the Yin and Yang symbol around the clouds, and the adults clapped vigorously, as if they were still resonating with the people on the screen.

"The Immortal Games have begun!"

In the territory of China on this day,

Images like this are everywhere. If every TV signal was turned into a little bit of starlight, then from above, the land of China today would be a bustling Milky Way!

Everyone was shouting the same line: The Fairy Games, it's started!

However, the frenzy before the opening was finally dimmed. After applauding until their palms were flushed, the people inside and outside the screen finally put down their hands, opened their eyes wide and stretched their necks, looking towards the silent arena.

"Is no one in yet?"

Seeing that the hour hand has reached the scheduled eight o'clock in the morning, the gate of the stadium has been closed, but apart from the audience in the stands, there is no one who enters the stadium.

"What? Where's the promised immortal cultivator?"

"Since it's the opening ceremony, why don't we use some spells to cheer up the fun?"

"When will that Kunlun University student come out?"

"Will there be a magic show?"

The screams of the audience in the arena began to fade away, replaced by private whispers, chewing their doubts among the seats like a colony of ants gnawing leaves.

Unlike normal opening ceremonies, the program list for the Xianyun Games is completely kept secret, so the audience has no idea what is going to happen. I heard the noise in the stands rising and falling like waves, but at a certain moment, all the noise was drowned in the air.

At the same time, in front of a certain TV, the child waving the Yin-Yang flag suddenly stopped moving, pointed his fleshy fingers at the screen, and yelled childishly.

"The fairy is coming!"

Accompanied by this clear and crisp child's voice, the scene in the TV broadcast suddenly became blurred—if you switch to the inside perspective, a strange fog suddenly rises from the stadium, and then spreads around the stadium without warning.

Sure enough, it was as powerful as the presence of a fairy: the sun was shining brightly, but the fog was so thick that it covered the entire field of vision. It gushes out from the venue like a fountain, and flows to the entire northern suburb of Anseong through the entrance and exit of the venue.

The blur in the lens of the venue quickly dissipated, but the surrounding area of ​​the venue was gradually submerged in the mist. From the perspective of the overhead drone, the entire fog instantly formed a strange ring-the area in the venue was hollow, but the surrounding area of ​​the stadium was instantly transpired.

Seen from the air, the northern suburbs seem to be replaced by the sky and the earth in an instant. The modern reinforced concrete has turned into a surging cloud sea, and the dome-shaped stadium is an isolated island in the cloud sea.

"This... this is..."

The audience on and off the screen rubbed their eyes. All of this is like the smoke effect on the stage, but this time, the stage is the entire northern suburb of Ancheng, which is several acres in size.

"what is this?!"

I don't know how many people exclaimed on and off the screen. And if any Kunlun University student, especially the second batch of students here, will recognize it at a glance-this is the "small prop" used by Wei Ze at the opening ceremony, which is exclusive to the school.

【Seventy-two Changes · Zhaoyun】