Sudden calamity stranded them in another world, the first trial of the Six Sects Grand Competition

"Hey, don't move, don't move! My legs are broken."

Inside a cave, Hu Yan, clad in tattered crimson robes, wailed like a ghost and howled like a wolf. His left leg had been twisted into three sections, with splintered bone faintly visible, while his right had swollen to three times its normal size. Calling him a cripple now would hardly have been an exaggeration.

Sun He, likewise dressed in tattered crimson robes, squatted beside Hu Yan with a miserable expression. "Then tell me what I'm supposed to do. No pills, not a talisman left. Apart from my magical treasures, all I've got on me are these ragged clothes. How am I supposed to help you?"

Hu Yan and Sun He both wore crimson robes. Though their clothes were in tatters, the remaining patterns of auspicious flames and clouds identified them as disciples of the Chixiao Dao Sect. It was precisely because they belonged to the same sect that they could huddle together for warmth without guarding against each other.

The two had been fortunate, finding this cave one after the other. Though neither had much magical power left, nor any pills or talismans to fall back on, joining forces at least gave them a little more security.

Breathing heavily, Hu Yan surveyed the cramped cave. "How many of our brothers who set out for the Six Sects Grand Competition do you think are still alive?"

Sun He gave a long sigh and leaned against the cold, slippery cave wall, looking out at the boundless sea of forest. "Hard to say. A few should have survived. Even Golden Core Realm cultivators like us made it. There's no reason those senior brothers and sisters in the Nascent Soul Realm and Spirit Transformation Realm couldn't."

Hu Yan fell silent for a moment before