As the saying went, "If you want to get rich, chop down trees first!" Mr. Lu Xun had once said, "There were no roads in the world to begin with; it was only after enough people got into car accidents that roads appeared..."
So the question was, could so-called car accidents still happen on this continent where Dou Qi reigned supreme?
The answer was naturally yes—for example, what Yun Yun and the others were experiencing right now.
The so-called "second stage" had not been particularly difficult. Therefore, all thirty remaining people had arrived safely at the end of the road, where another space awaited them...
Like the volcanic wasteland before, this space was an open clearing within a lush forest in the height of summer.
Without the previous heat and that stifling, tense atmosphere, everyone immediately felt much more relaxed.
But that sense of ease did not last long. Mask... ahem, Gu Xia had no interest in letting them reflect on life.
He put on that eerie mask once more and silently appeared before everyone.
"Congratulations on passing the second stage. Next is the third stage. Or rather, the third inheritor. I can responsibly tell you that, including this stage, we still need three more inheritors. In other words, ninety percent of you will be eliminated..."
With the mask on, Gu Xia's voice was naturally disguised and altered as well. It was still that voice whose gender could not be identified. Having endured the first two stages, everyone instinctively tensed up upon hearing that androgynous voice.
Although Gu Xia paused briefly, no one dared interrupt him. They remained silent. After all, they knew that the reason so many people had entered but so few remained was not simply because the trials were difficult. More than that, it was because of