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The terror of the God of Lost went far beyond expectation.

Even when facing the Blood Woman, Jiang Ming had the confidence to struggle a little, at least not to be killed in a second. What about the God of Lost?

With one palm, they were all killed in a burst.

Although the Holy Heart’s consumption was huge, and Chen Bei was at the end of his strength, the two were genuine Ninth Realm existences, standing at the peak.

However, they could not stand a blow and were all killed.

“How could I, the mighty traveler, have died like this?”

Jiang Ming’s eyes were in darkness, turning thoughts. The next moment he stiffened.

How can thoughts exist if he is dead?

That meant he wasn’t dead.

Immediately after, light appeared in front of his eyes, and he opened them. Opening his eyes felt a bit rusty.

Jiang Ming immediately noticed something wrong; this body was not his own absolutely not.

It was too weak.

There were no traces of cultivation, just like when he was in high school, instead of checking himself first, Jiang Ming looked around. This was an ocean, its width and breadth unknown, and with calm waves.

On the ocean’s surface floated lotus leaves, each one huge, spanning thousands of square meters. Many lotus leaves had people on them, either sitting in meditation or practicing secret skills, while others looked dazed.

In the center, there was a huge square filled with people.

Above their heads were illusory arenas. At the moment, two of them were in fierce, brutal combat.

In just a moment, one of the combatants on the arena was killed by his opponent, but the victor didn’t seem very happy.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming’s pupils contracted.

Because above everyone’s heads, there were faint virtual screens.

He looked at one of them.

Name: Jack

Race: White Eagle Clan

Victories: 29

The next moment, streams of information flowed into Jiang Ming’s heart.

After digesting all of it, his face showed a strange mix of frustration, anger, and some relief.

“The God of Lost does not kill people, but their actions are almost as good as killing!”

Jiang Ming sighed faintly. However, he had managed to temporarily save his life.

In the Lost Land, to maintain balance and prevent long-term residents from causing great damage, the God of Lost existed.

They didn’t kill, but seemingly killed others, actually sending all the suppressed people to this ‘Death Forbidden Zone’.

Deathland was a place where one in ten thousand could escape, according to the information just received.

One in ten thousand was a very slim chance.

This Deathland at his feet was where powerful beings of the Eighth Realm were sent, but the transmission was bizarre.

Only their consciousness was transmitted.

This brand-new body, apart from the most basic racial talents, was all template-iike.

Humans were still humans, and angels were still angels.

Angel bodies were stronger than human ones.

However, human comprehension was higher.

That was the most straightforward difference.

At this moment, a virtual screen appeared in front of Jiang Ming.

“Please choose two of the following options as your basic powers: 1 Eighth Realm Body Refinement; 2. Eighth Realm Martial Arts; 3. Eighth Realm Soul Art.”

After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Ming chose the first two.

Body Refinement was difficult to achieve, and so was Martial Art.

The Way of Souls, however, had shortcuts.

After making the choice, Jiang Ming could clearly feel his physical strength increasing rapidly, with bones, muscles, organs, and skin all tempered. In a short time, he reached the peak of the Eighth Body Refining Transition.

“Three thousand Vajra Force!”

With a clench of his fist, Jiang Ming had a clear cognition. This was the limit of human strength at the Eighth Transition Realm.

in the next moment, a stream of primal qi was born out of thin air, creating a Dantian Space that reached a yard in radius, and then connected the meridians, opened the acupoints, and continuously improved the quality and quantity Eventually, a Martial Arts Golden Core formed in the Dantian.

It was empty.

There was no true meaning infused into it.

Basic Martial Arts cultivation, Eighth Layer Peak.

Bizarre, mysterious.

Jiang Ming couldn’t help but click his tongue.

Stretching his arms and shaking his legs, he felt no discomfort as if his body had always been like this.

The power within his body was at his command.

Looking at his feet, Jiang Ming saw the same lotus leaf shape, about a thousand square meters in size. He stepped down hard, and it remained unmoved.

Its sturdiness exceeded his imagination.

Looking up at the arenas in the sky, his heart sank.

From the information he had just received, Jiang Ming knew he had only one month to re-cultivate secret skills and improve his combat power.

After one month, he must participate in an arena battle every three days.

Victory meant life, defeat meant death.

Draws also ended in death.

There were no exceptions.

Only by winning a hundred rounds could one leave.

That meant killing a hundred beings of the same realm.

It was extremely cruel.

The only good news was that if one encountered someone from their own race, they could choose to avoid the battle, but both sides had to agree.

It seemed compassionate but was filled with an even more brutal test.

Jiang Ming once again examined the changes in his body, feeling many of his talents disappear without a trace, making him ordinary.

Only the Hundredfold Comprehension remained.

“The consciousness is injected, and self-comprehension does not disappear. As for the others…”

Jiang Ming sighed faintly.

Even Soul Dominator and Indestructible Light of Heart were gone.

This made him quite helpless.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

Jiang Ming turned around to see familiar figures. Although they had new bodies, their faces were familiar.

Wang Qiutong, Liu Ruyan, Ye Bai.

As for Chen Bei and the Holy Heart, they were not here because they were at the Ninth Realm Cultivation level.

Jiang Ming hesitated for a moment, then jumped up to the lotus leaf where Wang Qiutong was, but was inexplicably blocked by some force.

“It should require an invitation!”

Wang Qiutong saw Jiang Ming, was delighted, and also noticed the situation.

After a brief thought, she speculated.