Tang Changsheng's expression turned complicated. When Gu Huanling had caught his eye just now, she had secretly slipped him a booklet.
Her trick had hardly been subtle. The True Void Palace disciples beside her had seen it clearly, but they had merely smiled knowingly and said nothing!
The booklet contained a great deal of information about the Lower Realm Trial. Tang Changsheng had already heard some of it at the Treasure-Gathering Tower, but the rest was new to him.
With a flick of his hand, he reduced the booklet to flying ash, destroying the evidence.
"Interesting, interesting. So the trial's divided into Red and Blue Teams? A contest between the two?" A faint smile touched Tang Changsheng's lips.
After that, he spent little time poring over the information. His mind was made up; all he needed to do now was cultivate as hard as he could!
One day, a bell suddenly rang out, jolting Tang Changsheng from his cultivation.
The Mountain Mist blanketing the mountain began to draw back, and raindrops fell. Tang Changsheng stepped outside and instinctively caught one in his palm. At once, he felt it seep into his body and become a faint current of warmth.
"Spiritual Rainfall!" Recognition stirred in Tang Changsheng's heart.
While he stood there, the Spirit Rain grew heavier. Fat drops struck his body hard enough to sting.
Yet everyone was beside themselves with joy. They rushed into the downpour and let it drench them.
Tang Changsheng wasted no time either. He stepped into the Spirit Rain and felt countless drops land across his body, turn into Spiritual Qi, and circulate through him, nourishing every part of him.
"The Azure Sea True Void Palace is sparing no expense..." Tang Changsheng murmured. The Spiritual Qi consumed by this single downpour would probably take a