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He paused, his gaze falling on Wang Long, his tone becoming more serious.

"In our world, there exists a place called the Spirit Realm, a spiritual training ground left behind by ancient powerful beings. It allows people's spiritual bodies to enter and cultivate and fight using pure spiritual power."

"In the Spirit Realm, the strength of all entrants will be suppressed to the same level."

"The spiritual realm does not operate on spiritual energy or literary energy, but is based on spiritual power."

"Cultivating inside won't directly improve your cultivation level, but it can greatly hone your mental strength and combat awareness."

"Once you're out, your attempt to break through to the Supreme Realm will be much smoother than it is now."

"Most importantly, we need to engage with the geniuses from the five major domains within the Spirit Realm as soon as possible. This will also serve as a way to gather intelligence, because knowing your enemy is the key to victory!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Long's eyes lit up slightly.

If the spiritual realm could hone his mental strength and combat awareness, it would indeed be a rare opportunity for him.

"Thank you for your kindness, City Lord."

He did not refuse and solemnly clasped his hands in a salute.

Song Tiange waved his hand and smiled.

"No need to thank me. Your becoming stronger is also a good thing for the Eastern Region."

Instead of discussing other matters, the group drank and chatted merrily.

After the banquet, Song Tiange personally led Wang Long and Ye Niannu through a long corridor behind the city lord's mansion, and along a bluestone path for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they arrived at a quiet courtyard surrounded by ancient trees and vines.

In the center of the courtyard is a huge circular stone platform.

The stone platform is made entirely of a dark gray stone, and its surface is covered with intricate and ancient patterns.

The patterns spread outwards from the center of the stone platform, like tree roots sinking into the ground, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

Twelve stone pillars stand around the stone platform, each carved with different runes and patterns. A calm and ancient aura can be faintly felt emanating from the depths of the stone platform.

Song Tiange stopped at the edge of the stone platform, turned around to look at the two of them, and said.

"The entrance to the spirit realm is on this stone platform."

"You will sit cross-legged in the center of the stone platform. I will activate the formation to allow your consciousness to enter the spiritual realm."

"You might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it quickly."

Without hesitation, Wang Long stepped onto the stone platform and sat down cross-legged in the center.

Ye Niannu sat down close to him, smiled at him, and whispered.

"My lord, I'll go with you."

Song Tiange took a few steps back, slowly raised his hands, formed a mudra with his fingers, and murmured a few short and ancient incantations.

The array patterns on the stone platform lit up immediately, with light flowing from the center outwards, like lamps being lit one after another.

Wang Long felt the scene before him flicker slightly, and then it was as if a gentle yet irresistible hand had pulled him into a deep passage.

The wind whistled past my ears, and the sensation under my feet became light and fleeting.

The wind on the grassland carries the scent of grass and earth, and the sky is a color between gray and light blue.

There was no sun, no clouds, only even and soft light falling from all directions, illuminating the entire grassland brightly and transparently.

Wang Long stood in the knee-high grass and looked down at his hands.

His skin was still rough, his knuckles were distinct, and the calluses on his palms were clearly visible.

However, the surging spiritual power and literary energy within his body seemed to be suppressed by something, sinking deep into his dantian. No matter how he tried to activate it, he could only release it at the level of the early stage of the Saint Realm.

"As expected, they were suppressed."

He muttered to himself and tried circulating his Chaotic Dao Body again. He found that the physical enhancement was still there, but the overwhelming feeling of crossing realms had disappeared.

Here, everyone is placed on the same starting line. The competition is no longer about cultivation level, but about combat skills, adaptability, and precise control over one's own power.

Wang Long remained calm. He flexed his wrists and glanced around.

The grassland stretched as far as the eye could see, the grass waves undulating in the wind like light green ocean waves, and occasionally a few unidentified birds would fly low overhead, but they were not aggressive at all.

He tried to unleash his senses and found that his mental energy was exceptionally sensitive here, allowing him to clearly capture all movements within a radius of several miles.

"Niannu is not by my side."

He confirmed this fact and wasn't too worried.

With Ye Niannu's strength and experience, even if she is suppressed to the early stage of the Saint Realm, she shouldn't suffer any major losses in the Spirit Realm.

Moreover, Song Tiange said that death in the spiritual realm would not truly harm one's life, but would only cause some damage to one's spiritual power, which would recover after a few days of rest.

Since that's the case, let's familiarize ourselves with the environment here first.

Wang Long chose a direction on the grassland and started walking.

Footsteps landed almost silently on the soft grass.

After walking for about half an hour, the grass ahead suddenly began to shake violently, as if something was moving rapidly underground.

Wang Long stopped and made a grasping motion with his right hand. The Heavenly Gang Sword did not enter the spiritual realm with him, but he soon felt that he could condense a light sword with a light golden hue in his hand with his mind. Although the material was not as sharp as the real Heavenly Gang Sword, it was sharp enough to use.

The churning of the grass grew louder and louder.

suddenly!

Three enormous, gray-black monsters burst from the ground simultaneously from three different directions, sending mud and grass roots flying through the air.

They are similar in size to adult bison, covered in rough scales, with sturdy legs, flat heads, and mouths filled with fine, sharp teeth, emitting deep roars from the depths of their throats.

The aura of the early Saint Realm was completely on par with Wang Long's current suppressed realm.

The three-headed monsters formed a triangular encirclement and launched their attack almost simultaneously. They were incredibly fast, their claws carving three deep furrows in the grass, sending dirt flying.

Wang Long did not retreat, nor did he even make a dodging gesture.

He stood still, watching the three demonic beasts rush closer and closer. When they were less than three zhang away from him, he slightly turned his body, and the pale golden light sword in his hand drew a simple arc from bottom to top.

The first monster charged too fast and didn't have time to change direction; it was sliced ​​open from its jaw to its abdomen by that arc.

His body lost its balance in the air, tumbled and crashed onto the grass several feet away with a dull thud, and then quickly turned into tiny specks of light and dissipated.

Immediately afterward, the claws of the second monster were already at his side.

Wang Long took a half-step to the side on the grass, his sharp claws grazing his robes and creating a gust of wind.

He turned around, flipped the hilt of his sword, and precisely pierced the eye socket of the monster with the tip of the sword. With a flick of his wrist, blood gushed out.

The beast's charge propelled it forward several more feet before it crashed to the ground.

The third monster hesitated for a moment when it saw its companions fall one after another.

It crouched low, letting out a deeper growl from its throat, but no longer dared to charge rashly.

Wang Long gave it no time to hesitate. With a swift movement, he swept across the grass like a gray shadow.

The sword light left a brief, bright mark on the grassland, and a thin, long gash appeared on the neck of the third demonic beast.

The three demonic beasts vanished into specks of light in just a few breaths, leaving not a trace of blood behind.