The Fourth Ring!
Omnipresent Chaos Energy blew like a storm at every moment.
Ordinary martial artists simply could not gain a foothold here.
Even lifeless iron and mineral ore would be corroded away by the Chaos Energy.
Only nine Cultivation Stones hung in the boundless void, as though they had existed since time immemorial.
Compared to the Cultivation Stones in the rings below, those in the Fourth Ring were vastly superior in length, width, and thickness. Any one of them spanned over thirty meters.
The stone membrane stretched out like a transparent firmament, shielding them from the outside world and allowing martial artists to settle down and cultivate in peace.
But today, Cultivation Stone Number Eight was far from peaceful.
Shouts and furious roars filled it, continuing for three full days.
"Old me refuses to believe I can't beat you to death!"
A white-haired, white-bearded old man glared with eyes wide open, suspended high in the air like a blazing sun.
Surging Gang Qi burst violently from his body. His hands were held one before and one behind, forming a cross.
Then he frantically struck downward with palm after palm.
Countless palm shadows split apart and transformed, impossible to guard against.
Below him, a young man in white remained calm-faced, though a trace of madness lurked in his eyes.
Facing the cross palms attacking from all directions, he displayed no exquisite movements at all. He merely threw out one simple punch after another.
Most of the cross palms were shattered by his fists.
Yet some still landed on him.
After all, compared to his ordinary punches, the old man's cross palms were far too exquisite, changing in a thousand ways and leaving no means of defense.
However, the cross palms that struck his body did not inflict any serious injuries