Thousands upon thousands of disciples and multitudes of mortals gathered in a massive open field. They were all waiting for the massive feat of magical marvel that was about to unfold. All of them stood there because this was the fated day and no one was going to miss being the early birds. Some have camped on this spot weeks in advance so that they had a better chance of being among the festivities.

Many conversed among themselves waiting for the sun to reach its zenith.

"Daddy! Why is it taking so long? This is so boring!"

"Trust me, my little flower. This is a moment you will never forget throughout your entire life."

As if the random mortal's words were prophecy there was a shift in the air. Mortals only felt slightly sluggish but even the lowest disciple could tell the difference. The essence in the air became many folds thicker to the point it could be physically felt.

Dozens sat down to cultivate despite the obvious risk of dying to the overbearing essence and most will die. They will simply keel over and never open their eyes again, but even the minuscule chance of becoming a heaven's chosen master was too enticing for the most hardcore of mortal cultivators, and every year dozens of would-be disciples are lost in this foolishness. But the sect does not dissuade anyone from performing this suicidal act of trying to be more than what they are because although rare, it worked. And any master that was found from this action would always attempt to join the sect and masters were always on demand.

Almost nobody would notice these mad individuals, regardless of whether they succeeded or failed, at least not yet. For the main event was about to begin.

A small luminous dot had appeared in the sky and in the harsh glare of the sun, it was all but invisible. That dot rapidly expanded at an exponential rate till within seconds it was a second sun hovering in the sky.

At this point the entire crowd was in awe even those who have seen this year after year, such was the majestic might of what was happening in front of them.

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After becoming so large that it engulfed the visible sky the crowd could see it stopped and imploded into itself instantly.

What happened next was faster than a blink. The implosion caused distortion and a cacophonic blast rang out. Its distance from the ground guaranteed no lasting harm was brought to the mortal citizens but many held their hands to their ears at the loud sound.

The distortion left as fast as it came and what if left in its wake was a massive floating colosseum, the size so large that it blotted out the sun casting the amassing people in its shadow.

It was as majestic as it was terrifying. From beneath all the mortals could see was just a giant chunk of earth, yet not even a speck of dust fell on the masses. Giant Crystals that shown brightly floated all around the centerpiece attached by gargantuan chains.

The centerpiece itself was an architectural marvel if one could from above. Scores of floating platforms were strewn all across the surface some empty while others filled with structures on top of them. Floating seats moved seemingly at random but all with purpose as they never hit one another or came more than a few feet to the circular floating platforms. Stall stands and small buildings littered the colosseum floor. All of this was surrounded by a titanic spiral of obsidian and golden steel. All of this was wrapped in draconic iconography.

Right now it was a desolate place but there was not even a single sign of age or wear present at any inch of any structure.

Those who were veterans of this event knew that it was not yet over for the most mystical part had yet to present itself.

"Um... daddy how do we get up there?"

"Wait for it, dear."

The ground beneath the floating monstrosity started to glow, right under the feet of everyone present underneath.

A massive intricate seal carved itself into the earth spanning the entirety of the shadow cast.

This display had yet to end for those who desired to be inside the colosseum were simply there, family, and friends, and all were grouped together at the entrances at the edge of the Colosseum. More and more people stepped into the shadow and onto the magical circle till they too were teleported inside with no consequences, whatsoever. It did not matter if someone arrived too early or too late, they always found themselves next to those they desired to be.

Then as the final act, a pleasant but firm voice wrung through the minds of everyone present at the entrances.

"Welcome, one and all to the annual sect tournament!" was all that was said but that was not all that was remembered. Every mortal through those words alone understood all that this month-long event had to offer and all the rules that they had to follow. Such was the mystical power of those at the top.

With that announcement, the yearly tournament had officially begun.