The peaceful surroundings before them shattered in an instant. A kaleidoscope of bizarre sights flashed before everyone's eyes, replaced by a world steeped in baleful energy and darkness.
Through his thoughts, Qin Yuan attempted to communicate with the Galaxy Blade residing in his sea of consciousness.
It was a divine artifact, after all. Even after tens of thousands of years in the secret realm, it still possessed a measure of sentience.
Qin Yuan soon received an answer: once someone entered that small world, they could leave at any time, provided no one had gained the Galaxy God's preliminary recognition.
If someone gained that preliminary recognition but failed to earn the Galaxy Blade's final approval, all outsiders within the secret realm would be thrown into this second realm. Only after crossing the boundless battlefield would they qualify to leave.
At that moment, Qin Yuan stood at the edge of the "battlefield." Turning to look ahead, he saw countless bones and weapons scattered everywhere. Towering waves of baleful energy rushed toward him. Anyone without a firm will would likely be corrupted outright, reduced to a machine that knew only slaughter.
Yet this baleful energy was less concentrated than the killing intent within Qin Yuan's body.
He estimated that it would have no effect on experts at the Soul Douluo level or above.
Of course, people were not transported here to be slaughtered. This was an opportunity the Galaxy God had bestowed upon later generations.
They could temper their wills through the baleful energy. A powerful will was an essential prerequisite for becoming strong.
Moreover, willpower was the hardest thing to improve.
An ordinary Titled Douluo's will probably could not even compare to Qin Yuan's before he had broken through to Soul Douluo. Cultivating through baleful energy would be an enormous help to