The thunderous sounds of crumbling and collapsing were unending.
Disturbing cracks proliferated from all directions, biting at the massive arena bit by bit.
The truly peculiar part was that,
the borders of the collapse seemed to be subject to some kind of rule.
Even if a cultivator were to fall there, all of their methods of flight and teleportation would stop working. They could only drop downward, eventually being eliminated.
On the ground,
Countless intertwining, bright rainbows coloured the mountains and valleys in their path, turning them into a kaleidoscope of colours.
If one were to observe from above, they'd find
that, although these rainbows appeared scattered, they all had a singular purpose.
The centre of the arena.
But at this moment,
A figure enveloped in dazzling gold light strolled forward leisurely, emanating an air of ease.
With every step, he spanned dozens of yards, almost as though he were teleporting.
