The first ray of morning sunlight pierced the thin mist over Primordial Divine City. In an instant, the entire city seemed to awaken, its roaring clamor shooting into the skies.
The Myriad Worlds Tournament of Geniuses had officially begun.
Chu Tian changed into a clean black robe provided by Star Pavilion. Though it still could not conceal the cold, ruthless aura forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he looked far better than he had in yesterday's ragged clothes.
Following beside Xing Xuan, he arrived with the Star Pavilion team before the enormous teleportation array at the center of Primordial Divine City.
"Brother Chu, the competition grounds for this tournament are the Taichu Secret Realm personally opened by the Lord of Taichu." As they walked, Xing Xuan patiently explained, "Not only does this secret realm preserve the harshest primitive environments from the Taichu era, it also contains countless unknown dangers. The first stage is to pass through the Taichu Mist shrouding the entrance."
"This mist is extremely strange. It can magnify the deepest fears and obsessions in a cultivator's heart, creating incomparably realistic illusions. If one's mind is not firm enough, it is easy to become lost within it and die once the soul is exhausted." Xing Xuan's tone carried a trace of gravity.
Chu Tian nodded faintly without speaking, but his eyes held a hint of disdain.
Illusions?
He had forcibly suppressed and refined even the primordial Demonic Nature of an existence as world-destroying as the Primordial Tribulation Lord. What could a mere mist illusion possibly amount to?
Amid a burst of dazzling teleportation light, tens of thousands of participating geniuses were transported into the Taichu Secret Realm at once.
The moment he landed, Chu Tian felt a dense grayish-white mist rush toward him, so thick it