732: Six Realms, Eight Desolations, Four Seas-No One Dared Challenge Me

Although ninety-nine percent of their time was spent cultivating, five hundred years of spending every day together had gradually warmed their relationship. Within their original bond as pure comrades-in-arms, there was now also a faint hint of familial affection.

By now, Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei were like family.

As the initiator and overseer of this nationwide cultivation race, Ma Ran had not given himself or Su Qiangwei any special treatment during these five hundred years of cultivation.

Aside from occasional servings of the Prophet's secret Starlight Cuisine, the two of them followed the same standards as the other participants in terms of clothing, housing, transportation, and food.

A phone was out of the question. That thing wasted far too much time. Besides, inside the Time Distortion Field, it could only serve as an alarm clock or calculator. It could not even make a phone call.

As for storing novels on a phone or laptop...

It was not impossible.

However, because the data could not be synchronized, anyone who had enough mental sustenance stockpiled in advance to last ten years would count as a terminal case of hoarding syndrome.

After five hundred years, aside from cultivation, there was still only cultivation.

For entertainment, the most reliable options left were music, sparring, and chess.

Some participants had made use of whatever materials were at hand and crafted mahjong sets themselves. Unfortunately, after only a few rounds, the mahjong players had one after another left Paradise of the Strong and returned to the real world.

Some people said that playing cards without stakes had no soul!

The participants actually had many reasons for giving up.

Their talent was insufficient to support further breakthroughs, their advancement was slower than their lifespans were being consumed, cultivation was too monotonous, they missed their friends and