Three days later, in the challenge space.
In the murky fog, a tremendously wide arena emerges, covering a hundred square miles. Its peak reaches into the infinite stars, a dome-shaped rule barrier enveloping the entire arena.
"Shua Shua~" Two figures appear out of nowhere in this challenge space.
A man in black armor and another clad in pale blue Taoist robes; they are Fang Ziyou and Shen Zhui.
"Boom~" Just shortly after landing, tremors came from the ground on the opposite side of the arena.
A massive crowd appears before them, thousands of people. From the Divine Passage Realm to the Spirit Bridge Realm, thousands of people are crammed together, armed with blades, in orderly rows.
"Old Fang, is this what's left of Qianyuan Sect?" Shen Zhui stands next to Fang Ziyou, cradling his long blade. "There seems to be quite a few of them."
