Little Crane said, "Yes. Everyone starts empty-handed. If they want treasures, they have to rely on their own skills to craft them or search for them in the Tournament Space. After all, the competition is meant to simulate a real battlefield. A battlefield may be fraught with danger, but treasures are scattered everywhere. If you're lucky, you might even find an Immortal Artifact in the Tournament Space. The Immortal Peak Competition lasts anywhere from a hundred to three thousand years. We won't know how long this one will last until it begins!"
"A hundred to three thousand years?"
Fang Chen was stunned by Little Crane's words. The competition would last far longer than he had expected.
"Yes!"
Little Golden Cicada replied, "The competition lasts a long time, so there's no need to rush, Master. You're so skilled at Artifact Crafting and setting up formations. You can find somewhere to hide, keep your head down, and build up your strength like mad. The Immortal Peak Secret Realm is full of Spirit Medicines, and it even has Immortal Medicines. There are also legacies left by many powerful figures. In short, the arena is full of opportunities, but it's dangerous too. Besides the medicines, there are many powerful members of the Devil Race and Heavenly Slaves!"
"Heavenly Slaves?"
At those words, Fang Chen's eyes sharpened. Back on Immortal Forget Island, the Wangxian Turtle had told him about Heavenly Slaves. He knew they were powerful Cultivators who, after death, gained new consciousness under the influence of the World Will and became lackeys of the Heavenly Dao Will. That was what people called such beings.
"Yes!"
Little Golden Cicada replied, "For all these years, results in the Immortal Peak Competition have been calculated according to Slaughter Points!"
Fang Chen frowned. "If that's the case, isn't