No Money to Cultivate Immortality?

Zhang Yu followed Shi Huaiyu and the others into the competition arena, where a massive plaza loomed into view.

The competition was divided into two parts—Architecture and Civil Engineering—held in separate arenas. Naturally, Zhang Yu had arrived at the Civil Engineering venue.

Students from all grades within the Civil Engineering Department had gathered here, standing in clusters as they waited for the competition to begin.

Almost no poor students made it to this arena; it was packed with top students and elites from every year.

Floating in the air were rankings like "Top 50 overall," "Top 30 overall," and even "Top 10 overall."

All kinds of brightly colored Law Husks gleamed under the lights.

The densely packed Foundation Establishment Fields would have overwhelmed the visual feed of anyone’s EyeNet interface if not automatically filtered.

Then there were all sorts of projections from the Spiritual Realm: some were summoning team members, others advertising, a few just messing around, and several layering visual effects on themselves… It was enough to make Zhang Yu’s head spin.

This was also Zhang Yu’s first time seeing so many Civil Engineering elites gathered in one place.