With the sun and the breeze, Song Ning went to the Arena marked on the map.
This is the time that the disciples were the second least.
In the Tianyuan school, some warriors cultivated during the night and rest during the day, as well as some cultivated during the day and rest during the night. But there were very few like Song Ning who had been cultivating all the time without rest.
The journey of a thousand miles began with the footsteps, and the cultivation the accumulation of bits and pieces.
Although there were still some disciples on the road, no one was going to the Arena.
When Song Ning came to the outside of the Arena, there was no one around. Through the introduction on the map, he knew that it was unmanaged, and everything in it was automatic. Only one spiritual stone could begin his challenge. Although the process was not detailed, but he felt it amazing.
The arena was a tower, he walked to the door, put a spiritual stone in the corresponding place, and the door opened.
He entered the door, looked around, but to find it was empty.
Suddenly, a voice came into his ear: "Enter the room, sit down, and create your own unique figure."
A row of small rooms was next to him. He walked into one and sat on the oddly shaped chair. As soon as he sat down, he felt his body become heavy and his eyes seemed to be forced to close.
Some strange options emerged in his mind, which he had never seen before. But he immediately understood that the battles in this Arena were not between real disciples, but between figures.
"The introduction had mentioned the magic of this chair. But how much can it copy people's ability..." He wondered. If he created the figure with his own appearance, and the chair fully copied his strength, he would be exposed!
So, he chose a masked man in a black robe as his figure and called it Mie.
"Sure enough, it can be anonymous." He sighed. After all the creating procedures, he waited for the data to compose.
Finally, the figure revealed a cultivation at the peak of the medium spirit gathered period!
It was the first time he knew exactly his cultivation.
"Choose the challenger! You only have ten chances. After that, if you want to continue to challenge, you should re-enter. The Arena will record you! No accumulation, no mile! To be immortal, you have to endure loneliness and be diligent!" The voice slowly disappeared, and Song Ning could see the rankings and available challengers in front of him.
He currently ranked 999, the last one. Each time he could only challenge the opponent within ten of him.
Only the disciples could enter this Arena, and which level was the chief disciple's cultivation? Maybe the peak of medium spirit gathered period?
Thus, he directly challenged the number 989.
The figure suddenly swayed and the battle began. Another figure appeared in front of him. From its appearance, he could see that the opponent used his own image and name. As for cultivation, only the first level of qi gathered period.
Bang!
The battle ended with one flow.