Most of them possessed a strong affinity for Earth Qi and Wood Qi. They moved their hands in broad gestures, channeling energy to shape the environment with an efficiency that only constant practice could achieve.

Kyrian stopped atop a natural hill formed by the beast’s back and observed.

A group of cultivators in the Spiritual Awakening Realm was raising an enormous circular arena.

With coordinated movements, they commanded the earth. The ground rose, forming perfect walls, while natural grandstands emerged like solidified waves.

Ancient trees were guided by Wood Qi, their trunks bending and intertwining, creating sturdy support structures and elevated seating.

In less than an hour, an arena capable of accommodating tens of thousands of spectators was nearly complete.

Farther ahead, another team was creating smaller combat platforms, ideal for one-on-one duels.

Elsewhere, they were shaping a vast open field for hunts and group competitions, with earthen barriers and containment formations being erected.

In another area, a team of alchemists was already setting up their tents, with steaming cauldrons and bottles gleaming beneath the sun.

It was an astonishing transformation. What had once been nothing more than the uneven surface of Azhura’k’s back was rapidly being converted into a gigantic complex of arenas, stages, training grounds, and temporary commercial stalls.

Kyrian walked among the structures still under construction. The air vibrated with the constant flow of Qi. Sweaty but smiling cultivators shouted instructions to one another.

"Make that western wall sturdier! The elite tournament starts tomorrow!"

"Reinforce the barriers with containment formations! We don’t want wild beasts invading the grandstands!"

"Don’t forget the observation platforms for the elders! They want a good view!"

In other parts of the city, the transformation was equally remarkable. New buildings sprang up like mushrooms after the rain.

Alchemists erected temporary tents reinforced with formations. Blacksmiths built improvised forges using the heat of the earth. Merchants set up luxurious stalls using spatial treasures that expanded to reveal interiors far larger than their outward appearances.

The Sky Caravan, already colossal, seemed to have doubled in size within only a few hours. At every corner, new structures appeared, new arenas were shaped, and new pathways were opened.

It was as though the entire city had awakened, expanding to embrace the festival.

Kyrian stopped near one of the main arenas. An elderly cultivator with a gray beard, clearly a master of Earth Qi, shaped the ground with surgical precision.

The earth rose and compressed itself, forming perfect steps for the grandstands. Beside him, young cultivators wielding Wood Qi caused thick vines and roots to grow, creating natural railings and pleasant shade.

’Efficient...’ Kyrian thought.

’Using the existing environment instead of building everything from scratch. It saves both time and energy.’

He imagined the competitions that would take place there. Combat tournaments, technique challenges, perhaps even formation demonstrations.

His third dantian pulsed faintly with anticipation. Fighting was exactly what he needed now to consolidate his cultivation and test the limits of his new technique.

The sun was already high in the sky when Kyrian decided to return. As he walked back toward the city’s gates, he noticed how everything had changed in only half a day.

What had once been a floating city now resembled a metropolis anchored upon a living mountain. Colorful banners had been raised everywhere, red, blue, gold, and green, each representing different factions and groups.

Luminous formations had been activated, creating a dazzling spectacle even during the day, with patterns of light dancing across the crowds. The scent of street food, spiritual incense, and heated metal filled the air.

The energy was contagious. People who had never touched solid ground before now walked upon the earth with expressions of pure joy.

Groups of explorers were already organizing themselves to venture into the regions near the Mountains of the End, although members of the Sky Family warned them about the dangers, ancient beasts, and the treacherous terrain itself.

Kyrian returned to his courtyard as the sun began to sink toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, with thin clouds that resembled the brushstrokes of a divine artist.

Seated in the courtyard’s small garden, he reflected.

The Celestial Descent had truly begun. Azhura’k was resting. The city had expanded. Tomorrow, the auctions would open, and the tournaments would begin.

Opportunities would appear everywhere to obtain resources, and to test his abilities.

And somewhere within that city, now anchored to the earth, was Gao Ziyue.

Kyrian closed his eyes, briefly recalling the true image his eyes had captured. That strange feeling in his chest had not returned, but the curiosity remained, a small yet persistent flame that refused to be extinguished.

He opened his eyes and looked at the golden VIP token resting on the table, gleaming beneath the evening light.

"Tomorrow..." he murmured.

The city’s activity gradually slowed as night settled over the Sky Caravan. Everyone seemed to be preparing for the following day.

Seated in the small garden of his courtyard, Kyrian watched the sky darken while slowly heating a small kettle over a spiritual flame.

When the water began to boil, he added a few fragrant herbs, leaves known for calming the mind and stabilizing the flow of Qi before meditation.

Their delicate aroma spread throughout the garden, blending with the cool night air.

Holding the cup between his hands, he silently took a sip.

His gaze remained distant. The auctions. The tournaments. The countless factions gathered in one place. The opportunities are hidden among thousands of cultivators.

Each possibility appeared before his mind like pieces of a great chessboard that was only beginning to take shape.

Kyrian simply took another sip of tea.

When the cup was empty, he extinguished the spiritual flame, carefully put away the utensils, and entered his room.

After a brief cultivation session to stabilize his third dantian, he lay down on the bed.

For the first time in a very long while, there was a faint sense of anticipation in his heart.

With that final thought, he closed his eyes. Tomorrow, the true Celestial Descent Festival would begin.