Another day passed. There were nine days left until the end of the elimination round.
Zone 1.
In the deep sea.
Wang Teng sat cross-legged on a giant rock at the bottom of the sea with his eyes closed. There was a bottomless trench further ahead of him. It looked like the entrance of an abyss, endless and pitch-black.
Freezing seawater was coming out from below.
Wang Teng seemed unaffected by the cold, sitting on the rock like a lifeless stone statue.
He had become one with the sea. All his aura was hidden; no star beast went there to disturb him.
"Wang Teng has also reached the bottom of the sea!"
"He's the 43rd martial warrior to reach the bottom. There are many candidates ahead of him."
"What's he doing? Why isn't he moving after reaching the bottom?"
"Is he recuperating? Wait, he's not injured!"
"Erm, I think he's… cultivating?"
"Hey, I also think so!"