"Qin Feng, do you know the rules of the Great War Zone?"
Qin Feng shook his head and answered frankly, "I do not."
"Haha..."
For the first time, a nearly inaudible hint of amusement colored the boundless voice.
"The Great War Zone is called a competition, but it is truly for cultivation.
All participants will gain unimaginable benefits there.
It holds vast cultivation resources, Martial Dao imprints left by powerful predecessors, and the chance to battle countless members of the Alien Races.
You will all enter at the planet level. If you can endure to the end and fight your way into the top one hundred, then by the time you leave, your strength will have been honed to the peak of the galaxy level."
"After that, you will go to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races and seek an opportunity in blood and fire to break through to the black hole level.
Then, you will try to forge your own path, imprinting your Dao upon the Cosmos and breaking through to the Domain Master realm."
