"Take out four different Jade Pendants, place them into the altar, and you may enter the next round."
A voice came from the void.
Very quickly, cultivators rushed forward one after another, placed the Jade Pendants in their hands onto the altar before them, then stepped ahead.
Song Zhong also followed the crowd of cultivators around him, placed his Jade Pendant inside, then entered without any obstruction.
After all the cultivators had entered, a voice rang out.
"Now find the cultivators from the same universe as you, then kill them, and you may enter the next round. If you cannot find any other cultivator from the same universe, then that can only be called your bad luck.
Also, if you find a cultivator from the same universe but do not make a move, both of you will be eliminated. The fate of those eliminated in the second trial is death!"
All around, the cultivators' eyes instantly widened. This second trial looked truly far too simple.
For many of the cultivators, the only problem was worrying that all the other cultivators from the same universe as themselves had already died. However, there were also some cultivators whose expressions became exceptionally ugly.
In their universes, most of the cultivators who had entered this place were cultivators of the same race.
Now, their clansmen had finally entered the next round with great difficulty, but now they were being forced to slaughter one another.
Song Zhong secretly rejoiced in his heart. Fortunately, he had not chosen to let the Human Race enter this universe. He also understood what those from the God Race wanted to do—they wanted to watch the pained expressions of those cultivators as they slaughtered one another.
Fortunately, there was no Human Race here. Killing other cultivators from his universe gave