The first two hours of the day had already passed. At this moment, inside the tower, in a gigantic hall with an immense stage at the center, more than one hundred thousand people waited around the stage, extremely anxious.
This was practically a sacred competition for alchemists, and just being able to participate was already a great honor. As long as they managed to take the test, it would already increase their reputation and status; plus, they would gain a chance to learn by watching others. Many people had come just for that reason.
This competition only happened once per century. Because of the prestige of this branch, everyone in the universe is prepared to take the test here. But the requirements were extremely strict.
Darian stood in the middle of the crowd. His senses, however, were focused on a relatively distant figure.
