Arena Number One.
Though this place was called an arena, making it sound like a battleground specially meant for members of the various sects.
And from a practical standpoint, it could indeed be used by members of the various sects.
But then came the question...
Who would go out of their way to come to a prison completely cut off from both inside and outside just to fight?
What would be the point??
What?
Was there something wrong with the arenas outside?
Even the personnel originally tasked with guarding this place found it hard to take any interest in using it.
When all was said and done.
Simply enduring the toxins that were everywhere was troublesome enough.
No one could be bothered to stir up more trouble.
Thus.
For a long time, Arena Number One had been less a venue for martial contests than a gladiatorial arena for beast fights.
Of course.
Nor were these beast fights beast fights in the purest sense.
Within the Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion.
Those elders were all genuine, powerful figures with real authority.
They were hardly so idle that they enjoyed watching beast fights day in and day out.
This was the Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion, not Rome...
The true nature of those beast fights was that elders skilled in alchemy, artifact refinement, and formations wanted to use the Sin Prison's gladiatorial arena and the prisoners within the Sin Prison to test their various creations.
Throughout the entire testing process.
Although the elders conducting the experiments did not necessarily require their test subjects to die on the spot, they generally did not concern themselves with whether those prisoners lived or died in the end.
Unless the other party was particularly strong or unusual, and worth reusing.
Therefore.
Put another way.
Within this