"Only two matches left."
After tidying his aura, Xiao Yan left the current Spirit Realm Arena and hurried toward the next match. Along the way, however, his brow remained tightly furrowed, clearly deep in thought over what that strange person had just said.
Since that man could manifest within the Immortal Realm and safely participate in a soul clash, he was clearly also an alchemist. Yet judging by his tone, he seemed to know something.
Still, why would he tell him?
What were his motives and intentions?
"Hm?"
"Where is my opponent?"
Stepping into this Spirit Realm Arena, Xiao Yan raised his gaze, yet not a single person existed on the opposite side. All that greeted him was a trace of extremely eerie silence.
The silence persisted, but based on years of intuition, Xiao Yan did not lower his guard. Such a sign likely heralded some exceptionally troublesome opponents.
"Someone triggered their Soul Origin during the soul clash and conceded defeat to prevent their soul power from shattering. Therefore, this match is counted as a bye for you, and you advance directly."
"Domain Lord Xiao may proceed to the final pass."
"If you successfully defeat the final opponent, you will successfully advance to the second round."
The voice guiding Xiao Yan emerged.
Xiao Yan waved his hand helplessly, once again moving his steps to tread toward the final battlefield.
The Dark Curse, the mysterious oddity from just now, along with matters like the entrance to the Immortal Realm Center, constantly pressed down upon Xiao Yan's heart. Yet he had no way to voice this matter, causing his entire person to appear somewhat gloomy for a moment.
Within a few minutes, Xiao Yan stepped into the final battlefield. However, the dou arena here resembled an altar; the massive square