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In the Divine Rain Pond, amidst the Fourth Heaven.
Around seven to eight Heaven Dao Pavilion disciples were looking at the Battle Illustration above their foreheads respectively. In contrast to their bewilderment and uncertainty as before, it seemed as though they had not noticed Fang Zhengzhi.
Afterall, Fang Zhengzhi had been waiting at the Fourth Heaven for quite a period of time, resulting in them losing their excitement and interest in the challenge.
Obviously Fang Zhengzhi did not pay any attention to the surrounding disciples.
His vision was fixated on the ever changing Battle Illustration, and it felt as though he had sunk into another dimension.
In reality, there was only one dimension in Fang Zhengzhi's mind.
And that was a battlefield, a bloody battlefield.
