Once he had enough of the scenery, Yuan began making his way towards the large circular building in the distance.
While everyone else flew, Yuan used his legs and walked toward his destination.
"Feng Feng, is there a reason why my spiritual energy isn't stable in this place? This happened when I was teleported to the Fifth Heaven, as well." Yuan decided to ask Feng Yuxiang.
"That's because you're not used to the atmosphere of this place, Young Master. The spiritual energy in this place far surpasses anything you've experienced before, and your body needs time to adjust to it, hence why you cannot use your spiritual energy, not to mention your low cultivation base."
"Low cultivation base? But I am almost a Spirit King." Yuan raised his eyebrows.
How can a Spirit King be considered having a 'low cultivation'?
"Being Spirit King may be an impressive feat in the lower heavens, but in the upper heavens, it is worthless, and you're no different than a Spirit Warrior in the Lower Heaven as a Spirit King in the upper heavens."
"Heavens… Why is the cultivation path so long?"
"It's not just long, Young Master— it's never-ending. Even if you reach the highest known cultivation level, there will always be more levels above that. It is only a matter of who would discover it."
"Is that so… I—"
Just as Yuan was about to ask a question, he was interrupted by a gust of wind.
Yuan looked up to see a beautiful woman floating right above him.
"Looks like you really came." Yan Hara said to him with a smile.
"Of course." Yuan nodded.
"I hope you'll enjoy the show. Ah, I should probably warn you before it starts— you should brace yourself. I wanted you to come here not only to watch the tournament but also to train you."
"Train me?" Yuan asked.
"You'll understand soon. Don't lose consciousness, or you'll miss the whole thing." Yan Hara winked at him before flying towards the building in front of them.
Yuan swallowed nervously after hearing Yan Hara's words, and he wondered what she was talking about as he approached the building.
Once he reached the entrance, he was stopped by a middle-aged man casually sitting by the entrance, who asked him, "Do you have a pass to get in?"
"Huh?" Yuan showed a puzzled face behind his mask.
"You know, the red medallion you used to come to this place." The middle-aged man explained.
Yuan's eyes widened, and he quickly said, "T-That was also a pass?! But mine broke the moment I activated it!"
"That's unfortunate. Looks like you cannot enter without a pass." The middle-aged man shook his head.
Yuan was speechless.
However, before he could say anything else, the middle-aged man suddenly burst out laughing and said, "I am only joking with you, kiddo. Who brought you here? It's really uncommon for cultivators of your level to show up for this event."
"Really? Is there a reason why?" Yuan then asked.
"Why? Obviously, because they cannot handle it."
"It?"
"The demon's killing intent, of course. What else?"
"I see…"
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