Now that there were three constellation projections in the sky, the changes this time was more prominent. The entire realm became tinted with a golden hue; from the earth to the plant and animal lives to the trial zones.
"Not again" One cultivator in the realm whined, exhausted. Just now, he had exhausted all of his trump cards to barely qualify to not be eliminated, less than a breath later, some goddamn idiot activated the next stage. How the hell was he supposed to survive like this?
