Inside the tower, there were no rooms, no miscellaneous clutter, only a starry sky whose reality was uncertain.
The stars revolved around an enormous scroll at their center.
Cultivators stood all around it.
Foundation Establishment cultivators, Golden Core cultivators, Dharma Form cultivators-every kind was present.
The instant Wang Quan saw the scroll, he realized:
This was a magic treasure, and an unusual one at that.
Every cultivator who wanted to participate in the contest had to leave a mark on this magic treasure.
After the contest ended, the survivors would remove their marks themselves.
As for the cultivators who died, their souls would fall into the scroll, never to be reborn.
One cultivator chuckled. "Using our souls to temper a magic treasure?"
"Interesting!"
"I like it!"
He branded his mark onto it.
The other cultivators also branded their marks onto it, one after another.
Before coming, everyone had known that this contest was actually meant to gather human material.
As Dao Seal cultivators, they considered themselves extraordinary. Naturally, they believed they would be the ones harvesting human material, while everyone else would be harvested.
Wang Quan took a deep breath and branded his mark directly onto the scroll.
The instant he did, his token trembled slightly, and then he saw a door.
By stepping through this door, he could leave.
He looked around and discovered that many people had suddenly vanished.
Clearly, those cultivators had also left through doors.
But each door was visible only to the individual.
"What a mysterious method."
"It seems a mighty cultivator's methods are at work here."
As his thoughts turned, he stepped forward and left the starry sky inside the tower.
The moment he emerged from the tower, a message appeared on his identity token, giving him a navigation marker.
Wang Quan glanced at