[In 3192, you went to the great city to update your identity document, registering your cultivation level as Grandmaster, and displaying a trace of罡劲 (罡劲 is a type of internal energy).]
Your identity is now more legitimate, and you've successfully achieved a "high-risk, high-reward" outcome.
In the vast world of Qingyu, where extraordinary encounters abound, it's not uncommon for a villager to venture out on an adventure over forty years ago and, after decades of hard work, become a Grandmaster.
[You've discovered that there's no universal currency like "spirit stones" in the Azure Domain, and elemental crystals are worthless. So, if some incredibly clever person were to frantically mine elemental crystals in the lower realm passage... it wouldn't be of any use.]
[(Yuan Crystals aren't entirely worthless, but they can't be used as a universal currency. Many environments in the Azure Domain are sufficient to support full-power cultivation for Innate/Celestial Beings, so Overlords don't value the Yuan Qi environment much.)]
In 3195, you finally heard news of the "space ring," but it wasn't a standard item everyone had; instead, it sparked a supreme struggle for dominance!
I heard that an entire mountain range was blown apart, one of those massive mountain ranges in the Azure Domain.
In 3205, you finally discovered the best place to farm stats: the Battlefield of a Hundred Races.
[“War zones” are demarcated by major clans within the Azure Domain based on borders or resource-rich areas. They are battlegrounds where clans fight to the death for territory. These demarcations are artificial and change as the war progresses.]
[As for the "Battlefield of a Hundred Races," you feel it's a special area created by someone at the fifth step of martial arts or even higher.]
It's too rule-based; it's practically an arena in a game.
However, according to the natives of the Azure Domain, the "Battlefield of a Hundred Races" is a region naturally formed by the combined fortunes of the various races of the Azure Domain and the rules of the world.
[It's a secret realm; people of different cultivation levels will be assigned to different areas upon entering.]
[If you break through, you'll be kicked out of the entrance, or there's a "Sky Ladder" in the Hundred Races Battlefield that allows you to leave after clearing it; otherwise, you'll be trapped there.]
Within the current realm's area, each person is allocated a corresponding number of "Luck Points." Defeating an opponent will grant "Luck Points." Performing kills beyond one's level, or taking on a hundred opponents single-handedly, will also yield additional "Luck Points" rewards.
Once your Luck Points reach a certain level, the Hundred Races Battlefield will bestow rewards, which will definitely have a positive effect on you.
Many grandmasters, innate beings, or celestial beings have been granted sacred bodies after receiving rewards!
[Because you haven't officially begun your innate cultivation yet, you're still in the cleansing stage. If you were to reach the Grandmaster level now, you would be absolutely invincible.]
[And once you reach the Innate Realm, if you, as an early-stage player, can fight against peak Innate Realm players, wouldn't you be raking in tons of extra rewards?]
“…A fine allusion.”
In 3210, it took you five years to traverse tens of millions of miles to reach the nearest entrance to the Hundred Races Battlefield.
[You've avoided a bunch of dead zones and perilous areas along the way, so you've actually taken a long detour. In the Nether, you can withstand storms and tsunamis, but not here.]
At this entrance, a colossal city was built, where various races and ethnicities mingled.
[However, the mix is limited: This city is led by the Spirit Race, and enemy races such as the Demon Race and the Corruption Race are prohibited from entering. Those who enter are either allies like the Human Race, or neutral races like the Fighting Race and the Tree Race.]
[You have a good impression of the Eldar; most of them are as innocent as children, with transparent minds and speak their minds directly.]
[The Ice Spirits are particularly fond of you; they say you possess an ancient and sacred aura.]
Yun Shou: "Your future supreme beings have all been absorbed by him, how can you not feel close to him?"
But you still prefer the watery ones; they're so versatile.
On the tenth day of each month, the Spirit Clan will open its entrance, allowing a new batch of prodigies from all races to enter. This process is free of charge.
This batch of entrants numbered over three thousand; a small portion were Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters, the majority were Innate Realm cultivators, and a few were Celestial Realm cultivators.
You lined up by race, clearly divided.
Among the humans, a man with downy hair on the side of his face stood at the forefront. He adopted a leader's posture, introducing himself as Qiluor, and said that since everyone had entered the Hundred Races Battlefield through this entrance, their destinations would be similar. Therefore, they should gather together, form small teams, and jointly attack the demon and monster races.
This man is a celestial being who claims to possess a "divine body that sees and hears the heavens and hears the earth." He enjoys high prestige in this city of spirits, and many primordial beings respond to him and follow him as their master.
The Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing Sacred Body doesn't offer much help in combat, but its support capabilities are top-notch.
SkyVision is a technology that allows you to remotely control your line of sight, zooming in to the sky and seeing every inch of the surrounding land from a bird's-eye view.
[Ground hearing, on the other hand, allows one to "hear" the outlines of creatures on and beneath the ground in a small area.]
[You've also decided to join them. Since the Innate and Celestial beings are in the same area, the danger is quite high for someone like you with only the full power of the Innate realm.]
[Hundreds of innate-level beings banded together; even celestial-level beings would give way!]
[(Because the returns are too small, it's not worth it)]
You have entered the battlefield of a hundred races.
[Amidst the dizzying spin, you appear amidst the rocks, forcefully pushing and shattering the rocks that were previously in your position, bursting forth from the broken mountainside.]
The teleportation system in this Hundred Races Battlefield is terrible. There was once an unlucky Grandmaster who was buried hundreds of meters underground as soon as he teleported in and suffocated to death. His friend was the only one who managed to dig him out using a locator.
"I'm considered unlucky. Most people are just teleported into the air, take a few steps with their Yuan Power/Gang Force, and land safely."
The battlefield of a hundred races is chaotic, extremely chaotic.
[You'd only run a few dozen miles when you stopped and cautiously retreated.]
A giant python coiled on the mountaintop, its shape resembling poop.
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