Practical Combat Simulation, Longevity Dao Rhyme Refines the True Chapter

On the western side of the Hongmeng Dao Academy Training Ground, a practical combat simulation area spanning a thousand zhang had been opened up. Within it, Chaos Power simulated all manner of scenes from the Hongmeng Secret Realm: precipitous cliffs, dense forests, deep caves, rushing rivers. Shen Hao had also used his own Dao Rhyme to simulate ancient ferocious beasts, mechanisms, and traps, lurking in every corner and ready at any moment to deal the training disciples a fatal blow.

The intensive training had entered its final stage: practical combat simulation.

That day, before dawn had fully broken, the three hundred disciples of the exploration team had already assembled at the entrance to the simulation area. They wore uniform Green Daoist Robes and carried their own weapons on their backs. Their faces showed some nervousness, but even more eagerness to try their hand.

Shen Hao, dressed in a plain-colored Daoist robe, stood atop the high platform at the entrance, his gaze slowly sweeping over the three hundred disciples below. After two months of tempering their bodies, refining their souls, and drilling formations, these disciples had undergone a qualitative leap in strength. Yet he knew that practical combat and drills were ultimately two different things. Only true peril could forge true powerhouses.

"Everyone," Shen Hao's voice slowly rang out, "today is the final stage of your intensive training: practical combat simulation. Within the simulation area are all kinds of dangers I have created with my Dao Rhyme. Your task is to survive in this area for seven days. After seven days, only those who can walk out alive will be qualified to become official members of the Hongmeng Exploration Team."

As soon as his words fell, the disciples below collectively sucked in a breath of cold air. Survive for seven days?