Jiang Ping An followed the short God King out of the sparring ground.
The sparring ground was too competitive. Who knew how long he would have to wait to test his Divine Art?
Rather than wait there, he might as well test it somewhere else.
On the way, the short God King, Yuan Hao, told Jiang Ping An that the underground arena required fighters to use their true bodies to give the audience a thrilling show.
That was one reason he had approached Jiang Ping An.
He could tell that the Jiang Ping An before him was there in his true body.
The projections created by the Phantom Spirit Cultivation Platform were lifelike, but they were still very different from true bodies.
Living beings' true bodies had vitality. Projections did not.
With careful perception, one could tell them apart.
Yuan Hao led Jiang Ping An along for about fifteen minutes, turned into an alley, and entered an unremarkable building.
The room was empty except for a Teleportation Array on the floor.
Yuan Hao stepped into the array, turned to Jiang Ping An, and said:
"Step in. I'll take you to the underground arena."
Jiang Ping An did not move over at once. "There's one more thing I want to confirm first. Could I lose my life fighting there?"
He was cautious about venturing into an unknown place.
Yuan Hao did not hide it. "You could die, but the odds are low. You just need to concede in time."
At the mention of death, Jiang Ping An hesitated.
Death was a word people dreaded even speaking of.
The Divine Domain had all sorts of ways to bring people back to life, but that did not mean death came without a price.
For one thing, resurrection itself was a considerable expense.
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