Recently, the ten-mile circular road had become the nightmare of every disciple in the Sect.
Even disciples as strong as Wang Xuanxin and Xiong Li had only made it a little over halfway.
Though it was a nightmare, it was also every disciple's goal.
Whenever they had time, they immediately entered the Mystic Realm to grind their way along that circular road.
That day, Han Feiyu once again arrived outside the circular road through the Teleportation Array.
Endless pressure constantly scoured Han Feiyu's immortal body and immortal soul.
"Senior Brother Feiyu, today, even if we die, we have to die at the four-mile marker." Jian Wuji clenched his fists.
The last time, both of them had fallen a hundred meters short of the four-mile marker.
"Alright. Today, we must be forcibly teleported back by Grape." Han Feiyu stared at the circular road, his gaze resolute.
When disciples reached their limit and began damaging their Origin Essence, Grape would forcibly teleport them back to the Sect.
Because too many disciples were challenging the circular road, Grape had set up another ten thousand such venues.
Han Feiyu and Jian Wuji walked along the circular road like an old woman taking a stroll.
The endless pressure tugged at the two of them. It seemed that one more faint breeze would be enough to topple them.
"You two came as well. How far did you get in your last challenge?" A voice sounded behind them.
The two painstakingly turned their heads and looked at Wang Xiangchi. "Master, this place is rather special, so please forgive us for not properly paying our respects."
If they bent over in this place, whether they could straighten back up was another question entirely.
"I understand. Let's walk together."
Wang Xiangchi was doing a little better than his two