บท 1122: One Last Battle

Alex did as the voice said. He sat down on the cold stone floor, taking a glance at the shattered space for a brief moment before closing his eyes to start cultivating.

He wondered if he was being judged on the usage of his cultivation method, but that didn't sound very fair at all. 

Or maybe the floor was trying to judge just how long he could go on cultivating without taking a break. That would be fair. 

The spirit had said that this floor took the longest for each person, so Alex was almost certain that was what was happening here.

'I can continue for months,' he thought. 'I wonder if I will pass as long as I cultivate for a f—'

"What a worthless cultivation base!" a voice that sounded like his own spoke in his ears.

Alex nearly stopped cultivating, wondering if there was someone here, but he caught himself in time and stopped. 

He softly released his spiritual sense, but no one else was on the floor.