In the special vision of Spirit Devourer perception, Chen Mochuan saw that the entire interior of the Martial Arts Arena—above, below, left, right, everywhere his gaze reached—was densely packed with layers upon layers of spiritual light clusters. Some were large, some small; some bright, some dim; all radiated different fluctuations of aura.
These spiritual light clusters hung silently in the air like stars on a summer night, clinging to the walls and even to certain pieces of equipment.
Their sheer number, broad distribution, and varied types practically filled the entire Martial Arts Arena, forming a vast and silent "ocean of spirituality."
What Martial Arts Arena was this? This was clearly a "martial arts treasure vault" that, to him, could be drawn from without end and used without exhaustion!
Faced with this scene beyond imagination, Chen Mochuan stood dumbly at the entrance to the Martial Arts Arena, momentarily lost in a trance.
It was not until someone behind him said, "Classmate, excuse me," that he came back to himself. He hurried into the Martial Arts Arena and gave up the doorway for the person behind him.
Chen Mochuan suppressed the intense tremor in his heart, knowing that now was not a good time to absorb spirituality. Once he had calmed himself, he began looking over the situation inside the Martial Arts Arena.
More than thirty people were scattered across the nearly ten-thousand-square-meter venue. Some were training alone, while others were sparring in pairs.
There were even three people locked in a clattering melee. Two of them wielded saber and sword as they besieged someone wearing Gauntlets.
The Martial Arts Arena brimmed with a thriving atmosphere of martial pursuit, stirring something within Chen Mochuan. He, too, prepared to immerse himself in it. He immediately found an unoccupied corner, opened his Personal Terminal,