My Immortal Cultivation Simulator
Chapter 222

Was There Any Justice Left?

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The bald man was a direct disciple of Maitreya Hall in the Western Desert. He knew the rules of the Secluded Realm Trial Grounds well, including the two prerequisites for the third stage of the Spell Cultivator trials.

Under those two ironclad prerequisites, a trial participant's cultivation could reach the nascent soul early stage at most.

And an early-stage nascent soul True Lord? Even if the bald man could not defeat one, his many trump cards and techniques would let him hold out for a few breaths.

A few breaths would be enough for the bald man to contact the Armored Guardian God and concede.

Under normal circumstances, a nascent soul early-stage participant could defeat the other participants, then occupy the highest peak and accept their challenges in succession.

There was no rest between challenges. Dozens of other core formation peak participants would challenge them one after another, and eventually, multiple core formation peak participants would join forces against that nascent soul early-stage participant.

Under such circumstances, even someone with nascent soul early-stage cultivation would struggle to last a year.

The challengers were not ordinary core formation True Persons, but peerless prodigies who had passed the previous two stages.

Every one of them had reached core formation peak.

Dozens against one? Even someone at the nascent soul early stage could not take that.

Of course, an early-stage nascent soul True Lord appearing in the third stage was a rare occurrence.

Even a favored child of heaven would struggle to condense a nascent soul before the age of a hundred and fifty, especially since the previous two stages consumed so much time.

But now? Feeling that all-reaching aura unique to a Grand Cultivator, the bald man opened his mouth, wanting to contact the Armored Guardian God immediately and concede.

What kind

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