The Rakshasa Platform had existed for a very long time—certainly for several thousand years.
Back then, the Lord of Chaos had been recruiting talents everywhere, seeking out people of renown and strength to join Northern Continent.
He had dreamed of turning the Land of Chaos into the fifth great territory of the Calamity Immortal Domain, rather than the neither-fish-nor-fowl mess it was now.
Chaos, after all, was never a lasting solution.
Unfortunately, the Nine Sects of Southern Continent existed, with other forces backing them as well.
If the Lord of Chaos wanted to completely control the entire Land of Chaos, it would likely take a very long time.
The Rakshasa Platform had been personally designed by Gongsun Muya, a friend of the Lord of Chaos at the time.
Though he had not remained in the Land of Chaos, before leaving, he had still left his friend this divine creation wrought with uncanny craftsmanship.
It was said that anyone who won ten consecutive matches on the Rakshasa Platform without rest could earn an audience with the Lord of Chaos.
They could then enter his most inner circle.
However, the Rakshasa Platform was far too difficult. Just how difficult? Over the past several thousand years, only a scant few had managed it.
Moreover, blades and swords had no eyes on the Rakshasa Platform.
At first, many people had eagerly taken part in the matches, but later, too many had died.
The mortality rate had even reached ninety percent.
As a result, no one went to the Rakshasa Platform anymore. After all, no one had that kind of confidence.
Xu Zimo stood before the Rakshasa Platform.
The Rakshasa Platform was not an ordinary platform, but a vast, towering, solid stretch of plain.
It could be said that this Rakshasa Platform covered an