In the main hall of the Azure Mountain Sacred Land, the gazes of every supreme Martial Saint were fixed on Lu Changsheng. Their eyes could pick upon the momentum of the masses converging upon him; there were three streams. One of them was so faint it could essentially be ignored. The other two had to be the momentum of the masses of the Azure Mountain Sacred Land and the Heavenly River Sacred Land.

"It's starting."

"The third wave of momentum of the masses…"

Everyone felt that a third wave of momentum was surging into Lu Changsheng. 

Setting aside that of Lu Changsheng's own Sacred Earth Heavenly Sect, this was indeed the third. As for the Sacred Earth Heavenly Sect's momentum of the masses, the Martial Saints of the sacred lands had all but disregarded it.

Whoosh!

The third wave of momentum settled into Lu Changsheng,...