"Moreover, if we don't sign up, there's a high chance that none of the people guarding Dog Gate will be selected this time!"
"After all, we've just escaped from a series of bloody battles!" Li Hao said in a deep voice.
The strong individuals guarding the Dog Gate are indeed facing a very difficult situation.
If you don't register, you're unlikely to be chosen by the Rat God.
They can rest for several more decades.
However, the number of strong human warriors is limited. If the number of people who sign up is small in the end, or if the Rat God has his own arrangements, it is possible that he may be forced to recruit them.
Zhong Ziqi pondered for a moment, "What a pity, if my divine bell weren't still not repaired, I really would like to sign up!"
"If we can successfully return alive from the battlefield of the heavens, our chances of advancing to the demigod level will increase significantly."
"The supplies we've obtained are enough for my second apprentice to research a lot of things!"
When Zhong Ziqi said this, he truly let out a long sigh.
I feel deeply regretful.
Most of the top resources of the human race are obtained through trade with other races and by plundering them in the battlefields of the heavens!
Therefore, entering the battlefield of the heavens is almost a competition between the human race and oneself for resources!
Keep 95% of the resources you receive, and hand over the remaining 5% to the government.
This tax rate is perfectly acceptable for top-tier experts!
In fact, it's like you get almost all the rewards for yourself!
Li Hao glanced at Su Feng out of the corner of his eye and tentatively asked, "Does the Underworld Emperor want to go to the Battlefield of the Heavens?"
"There are quite a few top-quality materials inside!"
"However, if you want to get in, you'll probably have to change your clothes and your name!"
"Those powerful figures from all races are very likely keeping an eye on you!"
Su Feng lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then spoke again: "Is the Battlefield of the Heavens really that dangerous?"
"If I bring the supplies out but don't need them, can I trade with you?"
After hearing this, Li Hao nodded vigorously, "Of course that's possible!"
"The government will completely recycle anything you don't need!"
"Furthermore, in addition to your own gains, you will also be rewarded with a portion of the items obtained from the inter-race trade, based on your contribution!"
"All things considered, that's enough for a ninth-tier expert to cultivate for two hundred years!"
Sitting next to Su Feng, Empress Xia Yang, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "If we could retrieve some precious items..."
"Our Heavenly Ancient Holy Land will also make an offer to acquire it!"
"You can name your terms later!"
Su Feng sat there, slightly shocked.
The things in this battlefield of the heavens are so abundant that they can even attract the forbidden zones?
Then I'll have to go there!
After all, whether it's this "impermanent" clone or the third clone that's about to be created.
Even repairing the Dragon Roar Sword and forging the Myriad Soul Banner require a lot of materials!
Su Feng is now completely broke!
If Su Feng were to gather these materials in China on his own, he wouldn't be able to do so even if he spent another hundred years!
There were originally some rewards for killing the Heavenly Demon Child.
But this guy actually self-destructed at the crucial moment!
This caused Su Feng to lose everything.
You can't exactly say that Su Feng shattered the Heavenly Demon Emperor's illusory image, can you? So, Su Feng can only suffer in silence, unable to express his bitterness!
What's the situation inside the Battlefield of the Heavens?
"Are there any Saint Realm experts or immortals?" Su Feng asked Li Hao.
Su Feng had absolutely no information about the Battlefield of the Heavens.
Although both of these are clones, there is no need to be too cautious.
But it's always good to be cautious, isn't it?
"The Battlefield of the Heavens... though called a battlefield, it is actually just a small space created by the intertwining of spacetime turbulence every thirty years!"
"Not only do we not know what the space will look like each time."
"Even the myriad races cannot find out anything about what's inside!"
“After all, we’ll go in once the time is up. Before the time is up, the space is still unstable, and who knows which small space we’ll end up in?” Li Hao explained patiently.
"Generally speaking, the battlefield of the heavens is divided into three small spaces, or three layers of small spaces!"
"The first level is for mid- to low-level martial artists! As long as they have enough talent, they can gain a lot from this level!"
"They might even be able to bring out treasures that even powerful experts have never seen before!"
"The second level is where high-level martial artists fight!"
"The space here is much more stable!"
"It can accommodate seventh to ninth-tier powerhouses for battles, fights, and exploration!"
"The third level... is naturally the semi-saint realm!"
"However, as you know, at our level, we don't easily engage in large-scale battles!"
"Therefore, we usually only open the spatial passage, find enough supplies, and then leave with that group of martial artists below the ninth rank!"
"It can be said that as long as the half-saints are safe, the ninth-tier warriors can retreat smoothly!"
"If...then the entire army will be wiped out!" When Li Hao said this, a rare look of sadness flashed in his eyes.
The human race likely has a history of total annihilation!
"Therefore, the number of semi-saint level experts that the human race sends in each time is exactly the same!"
"If there are too many, the defensive strength of the twelve gates will be reduced!"
"The myriad races will then charge into the twelve beast gates!"
"If we lose...this group of human prodigies, we risk total annihilation!"
Li Hao looked at Su Feng, hoping that Su Feng would go in!
Su Feng's strength is evident to all!
If Su Feng goes in, the chances of these human prodigies returning alive are as high as 70%!
After all, Su Feng cannot be judged by the standards of an ordinary half-saint!
Su Feng remained silent, but "Wuchang" suddenly spoke up: "Can only a half-saint enter?"
"Can I, a Saint Realm cultivator, enter?"
"...No!" Li Hao said firmly.
"The first problem is that even smaller planes have limitations; the Saint Realm is far too powerful!"
"If you break through inside, that's fine, but if a Saint Realm cultivator forcibly enters another plane, they will be rejected by that plane!"
"Secondly, the Saint Realm is far too precious for the human race!"
"We cannot afford to lose even one!"
"Losing even one Saint-level expert is something that China might not be able to recover from in over a thousand years!"
"Oh!" Wuchang said with a wronged tone.
He had only asked one question, but Li Hao reacted as if he had stepped on his tail, becoming very agitated.
Even the impermanent dared not ask further questions.
"So, generally speaking, how many semi-saint level experts enter the third level?"
Su Feng asked, "Does this mean I'll be facing just how many powerful opponents at the same time?"
"Our human race has been relatively conservative for the past hundred years!"
"They will only send three or fewer semi-saint level experts!"
"The exact quantity... shall be decided by the Rat God!"
"As for the myriad races... that's hard to say. There could be dozens or even hundreds!"
"Of course, the myriad races that entered the battlefield of the heavens were not so united!"
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