Let me join as elder

Ray and Nyxiel stepped into the massive open grounds, their eyes sweeping over the sight before them.

Rows upon rows of sect banners fluttered in the wind, each marking a recruitment stall. Vibrant colors stood out against the sea of thousands of people, their faces filled with ambition, curiosity, or quiet desperation.

It was a sight of organized chaos, disciples moving constantly some with purpose, seeking their future sect, while others wandered, uncertain but hopeful.

The scene was uncannily similar to a bustling market. Sect stalls were no different from merchant stands, their sect representatives acting like salesmen, trying to attract the best "customers" the most talented disciples.

Each sect had its own way of drawing in recruits.

Some displayed grand performances, their elders showcasing unique and powerful techniques, while disciples demonstrated dazzling swordsmanship, streaks of light trailing behind their blades.