Today marks the eleven thousand three hundred and twenty-fourth day that Chu Chang has remained at the training ground.
He looked at the sun on the horizon with a somewhat bewildered expression; it was rather dazzling.
However, he did not close his eyes immediately.
He hadn't seen the sunlight in a long time. He stared at the sun on the horizon for a while until two lines of tears streamed down his face from the discomfort. Only then did he slowly lower his head.
This place is known as the Bloodbath Field by many "experiments," but calling it a venue isn't entirely accurate.
This is a world created by God.
It is impossible to know which god created it, and no one cares about it anymore.
After all, the "experiments" here have no right to ask these questions, nor do they have the energy to think about them.
Just surviving is hard enough; when survival itself becomes a problem, most people won't focus their energy on such trivial matters.
Chu Changliu has lived here for quite a long time, and he always manages to survive every major blood transfusion in the Blood Fiend Arena.
He didn't know why he had to live; he was just numbly following his body's instincts.
He had long forgotten the specific reasons why he was thrown here.
He scooped up a handful of water and washed his face, then stared blankly at his reflection in the water.
Bloodbath Field is very, very large; it occupies the entire area of Tranquil Lake.
The "experiments" that fall here will spontaneously find a piece of land and occupy it, and some will even fight over the land.
Chu Changliu occupied the largest area.
Others have tried to take advantage of this place, but they all learned their lesson after being beaten up.
He spent most of his time sitting on the island in the middle of the clear lake, lost in thought.
A faint, ethereal voice came, "Among those thrown here this time, there's an old acquaintance of yours, Xiao Changliu."
"..." Chu Changliu had no desire to communicate with him, and simply watched his reflection in the lake.
On the clear water, a boy with blue eyes and black hair stared at her quietly. His skin was snow-white and his appearance was extremely beautiful. Suddenly, his thick, long eyelashes trembled slightly.
A figure appeared behind him.
"You silly child, since you came here, you haven't spoken more than ten times," the man said with a smile, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. "I've brought all your old acquaintances this time, including that brat from the Xuan You Sect..."
"Oh," Chu Changliu replied indifferently.
It's unclear what's gotten into this deity, but ever since Chu Changliu survived the last major siege, he keeps coming to talk to him.
He could easily incite resentment and hatred in people's hearts: "Everything you've been through is thanks to him. Don't you want to kill him?"
"..." Chu Changliu merely glanced at him indifferently.
The complex emotions contained in that glance were so numerous that he even detected a hint of pity and sympathy.
This is absolutely infuriating.
Seeing that Chu Changliu still had this indifferent attitude, he scoffed lightly.
"How's your understanding of the laws going lately?"
"It's acceptable," Chu Changliu hesitated for a moment.
"The progress is still too slow. Your cultivation level is still insufficient. Shall I help you?" His divine might, carrying an irresistible aura, swept over the figure indifferently watching him from the front.
After placing his hand on Chu Changliu's head, countless streams of spiritual energy surged into his body.
Even as the flesh and blood of the people in front of him continued to crumble, it did not stop for even a moment.
"Haven't we already figured out the laws of life?"
"Use it."
The laws of life were indeed repairing Chu Changliu's damaged flesh and bones on their own, but the repair speed was far slower than the speed at which his flesh and bones were collapsing and dissipating.
The man stopped when all that remained of his subordinate's body was a pale skeleton.
He turned and left.
"It's only been 813 times, and your cultivation progress has barely reached the Mahayana stage. You have laws, yet your cultivation is still so slow..."
"Fine, you're the only promising talent I've seen over the years that's somewhat acceptable."
Flowers bloom from withered bones. By the time Chu Changliu's flesh and blood had fully healed, it was already dawn of the next day.
He stared silently at his long, slender, fair hands for a long while, remaining silent.
He was abandoned here when he was ten years old. More than 10,000 days have passed, and thirty years have gone by...
From the moment he grasped the laws of life, he was destined never to leave.
unless……
His eyes flickered slightly; only at times like these did a faint light emanate from them.
"I can't beat them, at least not for now," he muttered to himself.
The gap between him and the gods was like an insurmountable chasm; their strengths were far too different. Moreover, the trials in the Bloodbath Arena were not solely the responsibility of one god.
At least for now, it seems he needs to lie low for a while.
After letting out a soft breath, Chu Changliu glanced at the clear sky in a daze.
The scenery here is beautiful, and that's why he chose to occupy this place in the first place.
The barrier he had personally set up was suddenly shattered by a rocket.
Chu Changliu sat up straight instantly and looked toward the barrier.
"It really is you?" Even though they hadn't seen each other for thirty years, the young sect master of Xuanyou Sect recognized the person in front of him at first glance.
His fire elemental root was extremely pure; just by taking one step closer, water vapor began to rise from the lake surface.
"Chu Changliu, your mother has been looking for you frantically outside, only to find out you've been dragged into this place?"
"Wait, your cultivation level... in just thirty years, you've reached the Mahayana stage?"
This prodigy, is he really that talented?
Wait... Chu Changliu has already reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation, yet he still hasn't been able to leave this place.
Realizing the problem, the young sect leader of Xuanyou Sect grew increasingly solemn.
"Lincang, it's been a long time." Chu Changliu seemed to have finally found his voice and spoke slowly. His originally clear voice now sounded a little hoarse, and he looked very different from when they first met.
Lincang looked at him suspiciously, feeling that something was off. "The sun must have risen in the west, and you're still greeting me?"
The two of them used to fight whenever they met, so why does Chu Changliu seem a bit off now?
"..." Chu Changliu glanced at him, then lowered his head as if deep in thought.
He hadn't communicated with anyone for a very, very long time.
Now that he had suddenly met an old acquaintance, Chu Changliu was finally no longer wearing a tense expression.
"I came here because I felt the aura of this barrier was somewhat familiar, but I didn't expect it to really be you," Lin Cang said, not finding anything amiss.
His cultivation level had only reached the Nascent Soul stage. To be honest, the reason he could see through Chu Changliu's current cultivation level was entirely because he was carrying the Xuanyou Sect's immortal artifact, the Sky-Gazing Mirror.
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