Battle Royale Game

"592?"

"What did this number mean?"

"What was the number hinting at?"

"Could it be that some condition had to be met before it could be opened?"

"..."

Everyone was pondering the meaning of 592.

Some guessed that it might be the number of branches or leaves on the Longevity Seed.

Or perhaps they needed to gather some material until they had 592 of it.

The moment the "lock" appeared.

Everyone's attention shifted away from their infighting and wariness toward one another.

And onto how to solve this "lock."

After all, if they wanted to fight over the energy orb inside.

They first had to open its outer shell.

Thus.

Several Transcendentalists stepped forward to try.

They used every method they could think of to unlock the energy shell marked "592."

But without exception, every experiment failed.

The Transcendentalists realized.

They needed to pool their wisdom and find more ways to crack it.

So they allowed those at the Tenth Realm and below to enter.

Giving them a chance to try and solve it.

However.

After trying for roughly ten minutes.

Not a single person managed to decipher the meaning of "592."

Perhaps the Longevity Seed had grown impatient with these people's stupidity.

All of a sudden.

The Longevity Seed cast a wooden spike down from its main trunk!

The spike fell straight down, randomly striking a Tenth Realm cultivator in the area.

This man was truly cursed with rotten luck.

He had clearly done nothing, yet a wooden spike falling from the sky inexplicably pierced through his body!

As the man suddenly died on the spot.

Everyone's attention was drawn to him.

The next moment.

Someone immediately noticed that the number had changed.

"591!"

The moment he spotted the change, he cried out.

"The number changed!"

"The number just