As the mirror surface split into red and blue halves, Zhen Hongwen turned and said, "Yan Xuefeng, Xiao Hua, the Hall of Life and Death is now open. The two of you may enter the Thunder Competition Ground according to the colors displayed beside your names just now. Let me remind you: once you set foot in this Hall of Life and Death, no one will be held responsible for any lives lost within. Do you still wish to enter?"
"Thank you, Martial Uncle. We will enter," Xiao Hua and Yan Xuefeng said with bows.
"Mm." Zhen Hongwen had heard this answer countless times and merely nodded casually, waving a hand as he stepped back several paces.
"Senior Brother Xiao, please go first!" Yan Xuefeng said, gesturing toward the red and blue gates.
"Fine!" Xiao Hua did not stand on ceremony. He looked upon Yan Xuefeng as though he were already dead and stepped into the blue side.
Xiao Hua felt his vision go dark. In an instant, pressure from teleportation surged in from all directions. Yet in no more than the time it took to snap one's fingers, the pressure vanished. When Xiao Hua focused his gaze, he found himself within a light barrier shimmering with pale blue radiance. Countless bolts of lightning ran across it—the restrictions outside the barrier!
Xiao Hua sent out his divine sense and found that the space within the barrier was immense. His divine sense could not even reach its end!
"Spatial magic!" Xiao Hua understood at once.
"Xiao Hua, Yan Xuefeng, are you two ready?" Zhen Hongwen's voice rang out again.
Xiao Hua raised his head and replied, "This disciple is ready!"
"In ten breaths' time, an illusion realm will appear within the Thunder Competition Ground. As for what sort of illusion realm