No one knew how vast the Mirage Dragon Cave Heaven was, much less where its boundaries lay.
The scenery within was utterly lifelike, seemingly no different from the outside world.
Five or six days had passed since the competition began.
Outside a mountain valley.
Five or six Golden Core Cultivators stared warily into the valley, where more than a dozen white bighorn sheep rested at ease.
They watched for a while before finally making up their minds.
"We're not as formidable as Senior Brother Wang. We can't hunt Phantom Beasts alone with just a sword. We'd better work together."
"We'll set up a formation first, then pick them off one by one. Any objections?"
"How do we divide the Illusion Cores we get?"
"Evenly! If the number doesn't divide evenly, we'll distribute them in turn and make up the difference later. If someone happens to die and is eliminated..."
Chang Feng Zi paused.
Wu Tao, beside him, took over without hesitation. "Life and death are decreed by fate, wealth and honor by heaven. If someone's gone, the survivors split the spoils. But no one may use underhanded tricks to deliberately harm a companion!"
Chang Feng Zi blinked in satisfaction, then looked at the others.
"Do you agree to this plan?"
Of the other four, Guan Xiaoping was the first to respond. The remaining three hesitated, then agreed as well.
But they edged a little closer to one another.
The Liu, Guan, and Wu Families had always been on good terms. Even without schemes, the strength of the three together was more than any one of the others could withstand.
"Good. Then let's begin!"
Chang Feng Zi wasted no more words. He took out a formation disk and flags and handed them to the others to place.
He himself held a