Within Hundred Peerless Ancient City, there were no houses, no streets, and even less anyone living there.
After entering through the city gates, the crowd went straight into an enormous martial arena.
"Heavens! Is this the Ancient Martial Arena?"
"How magnificent!"
Cries of astonishment continually rang out from all around.
Those visiting Hundred Peerless Holy City for the first time were all stunned by the sight before them.
As Su Mo stepped into the martial arena and swept his gaze around, his heart could not help but tremble.
This was a vast and majestic ancient martial arena, steeped in an ancient, weathered aura. Standing within it felt as though one had arrived in the age of ancient myths.
The ground of the martial arena was paved with grayish-white stone bricks, neither metal nor jade, yet their hardness rivaled that of ordinary Level Three weapons.
The entire martial arena spanned a hundred li in every direction. At its center stood five black battle platforms, each several dozen meters high and five li wide. On platforms of such scale, any True Spirit Realm martial artist could fight to his heart's content without feeling the slightest restraint.
Before the central battle platform stood a fifty-meter-tall white stone pillar, divided into ten sections, each section narrower than the last as it rose upward.
The first section was a full five meters in diameter, while the uppermost section was only as thick as an arm. No one knew what this stone pillar was for.
Surrounding the battle platforms on all four sides were grand, massive spectator stands. They had ninety-nine tiers, rose several hundred meters high, and encircled the entire martial arena.
Such a martial arena could accommodate a million spectators watching battles at once. Of course, ordinary Spirit Martial Realm martial artists had limited