The Long Mountain Road

This was the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

And what the Magical Beast Mountain Range lacked least was magical beasts.

No Dou Zong would be so idle as to come to a dump like this just to compete for one of the Tianshan Blood Pool's ten slots.

On one hand, there was no need.

On the other hand, it would be unfair.

To put it bluntly, on the current Dou Qi Continent—or rather, in the current cultivation world—most cultivators followed a "cast a wide net" strategy. Even many major powers and great sects had no fixed sources of resources. Many problems in cultivation had to be resolved, or even managed, by the cultivators themselves.

Take the Tianshan Blood Pool before them.

If one did not know that the Tianshan Blood Pool was opening, they would definitely miss this opportunity. Granted, even among these several hundred Dou Huangs, coming here did not necessarily mean becoming one of the final ten. Still, on average, it was one pick out of every fifty people. What if their luck exploded and they were the one chosen?

Of course, that was merely an example.

In reality, they obviously could not settle things by drawing lots.

After all, that method was even more unfair.

But just like the assessment prepared by Jin Shi, the patriarch of the Gold Devouring Rat Clan, for all the candidates, although everyone faced a Beast Tide—strictly speaking, it could not be called a Beast Tide, since those magical beasts had not charged out. They were merely guarding their territories and blocking the candidates' ascent—there were still differences in strength among the magical beasts defending those territories. What if the route one chose happened to contain only relatively weak magical beasts?

Suppose everyone else faced Sixth Order magical beasts.

While I faced Fifth