Although Song Zhong had only sent out an avatar, an avatar could still feel pain.
Whether in his previous life on Blue Star, or after he had begun cultivating in this life, through so many cycles of reincarnation, he had never experienced anything like this.
By the time he reached the later stretch, he had even gone numb.
Looking at the road ahead, he could not help thinking of those ordinary mortals. Those mortals possessed not the slightest extraordinary power—how did they live?
And when they ran into those natural disasters, or calamities where cultivators attacked them, what would they do?
Sometimes, some insignificant cultivator's casual spell was a calamity to them, just like the road he was walking now—perhaps even more dangerous for them.
As Song Zhong walked on, a special kind of insight could not help rising in his heart.
He kept pondering, thinking... all the way until he climbed to the mountaintop, and only then did he come back to himself. He had already passed this trial.
In truth, compared with the previous two rounds, this round basically held no danger. After all, the greatest danger had actually come from other cultivators, and in this round, cultivators were not allowed to attack one another.
This round was clearly just a way those of the God Race had thought up to amuse themselves.
Three rounds...
Then once the next round came, he could be eliminated.
Song Zhong had not the slightest intention of continuing in the next round.
Slowly, after all the cultivators had reached the mountaintop, a Spatial Vortex appeared once more in the void.
Song Zhong and the other cultivators were already quite used to the appearance of a Spatial Vortex, and they quickly entered the vortex.
Very soon, that voice once again rang out from