Song Zhong looked at these cultivators of all shapes and forms.
There were cultivators with dragon horns on their heads and golden scales draped over their bodies, like members of the Beast Race; cultivators wreathed in heaven-surging demonic qi, with Three Heads Six Arms; and even cultivators bathed in Buddhist light, looking like solemn, treasure-like ancient Buddhas.
Just as Song Zhong was sizing up these cultivators, a voice soon rang out.
"The Contention Realm is where each Universe contends against one another. Your various Universes will be matched according to your performance in the previous round. Ten Universes will form one team. Before you is an island, and on it are three passages.
"You may send any cultivators you wish into those three passages, or into two of them, or even into a single passage. After entering a passage, one may not enter any other passage.
"You will battle the cultivators on the island opposite you.
"Each passage may be regarded as one battle. Best two out of three. Whichever side can enter the opposing island through two passages will be the victor!
"You will have one day to prepare. After one day, the battle begins."
Very soon, the voice vanished.
Around Song Zhong, the cultivators from the other nine Universes immediately began discussing it.
"Matched according to performance in the previous round? But how are they matching us?"
"Exactly. Before, they also let us choose according to our performance in the previous round, but at least then we could choose which Universes we fought against. This time they're not giving us a choice at all and are directly matching us?"
"Ten Universes outright? Everyone, which Universes are you all from?"
Amid the waves of discussion, the leading cultivators of several Universes all frowned.
"Shut up."
"You lot, shut your