Discussion about Yang Chen beneath this cliff had already gone mad.
The height Yang Chen had reached made everyone look up in awe.
On this ten-thousand-zhang mountain, there were quite a few people at every hundred-zhang level. There had to be at least a thousand people across the ten thousand zhang, while the entire Bloody Purgatory contained no fewer than ten thousand people.
More people could only envy the solitary caves on this ten-thousand-zhang mountain, lacking both the strength and courage to fight for them.
Night after night, they slept rough in the wind and dew, casually finding a place to rest and cultivate in constant fear. Their days were unspeakably bitter.
But what about Yang Chen?
No one had ever heard of him before. Like a newcomer descending from the heavens, he had suddenly emerged, then leaped straight to the nine-hundred-zhang level in one breath, defeating every opponent before him one by one.
Most crucially, Yang Chen was only at the late true god stage.
"He's about to reach one thousand zhang. I wonder whether anyone can stop this kid."
"Once he goes beyond one thousand zhang, we won't be able to see the exact course of the battles."
"The ones stationed at one thousand zhang are all experts, aren't they?"
"Every thousand zhang is a watershed. This fellow shouldn't be able to cross that line so easily."
Yang Chen paid no heed to the discussions outside.
This was already his first month in Bloody Purgatory.
Today marked exactly one full month.
He had recovered almost completely. Without stopping his steps, he headed directly toward the one-thousand-zhang level.
At the one-thousand-zhang level, only several dozen caves remained.
Each of those several dozen cave residences emanated an exceptionally terrifying aura.
The reason he had not hastily made a move at