A moment later.
Following Nie Zhuhuang through the water curtain once more, Lin Yan arrived in another independent space and immediately understood what Nie Zhuhuang meant by "I'll fight you."
This independent space was immensely vast.
It was entirely void, save for an empty hall floating in the emptiness.
"This hall is known as the 'Martial Arena' in our Wu Lin Army. It was a place the legion's experts were all keen on." Nie Zhuhuang's voice was full of nostalgia as he led Lin Yan deeper into the empty hall. "Look over there."
Lin Yan looked into the distance.
At the center of the empty Martial Arena stood a platform several kilometers in diameter. Such a platform would have been adequate for Planetary-level or Stellar-level sparring, but the Wu Lin Army's weakest members were True Gods. Naturally, it could not have been meant for that.
The platform's purpose was not sparring itself. The key lay in the dazzling golden crystal sphere at its center.
"This is one of the mechanisms from the Ancient Civilization. It contains a small virtual space. Once consciousness enters it, participants can fight each other within the virtual space, using all kinds of secret techniques and unleashing their greatest power."
Nie Zhuhuang explained, "Back then, every grand military sparring event was a festival for the major legions. It allowed many promising soldiers to stand out. The Duan Dong He you saw before represented our Wu Lin Army and took first place, which was why he was bestowed the character 'Wu.'"
Lin Yan nodded.
It was similar to the virtual worlds of the Primordial Universe, except virtual worlds could not sense Laws or allow experts to practice secret techniques.
Only humanity's Virtual Universe, being a part of the universe itself, could achieve this.
On the Origin Continent,