The whole arena had their eyes focused on the man who was casually moving through the numerous obstacles in his path.
If it was a beast of flames, he would destroy it, if it was a pillar of fire, he would go through it, and if it was a mountain he would obliterate it. All while simply muttering words to his puppets, never having used his own power or actively moved by himself.
He just sat there, like a sovereign, ordering his underlings to do what he desires and expecting nothing but perfection.
A display of cold aloof and absolute boredom on his face meant that everything that was happening, was happening because he expected the outcome.
Unlike the many other cultivators who were dirtied and sweating profusely due to the immense heat, this man was still calmly sitting inside his large spatial hall within the hovering ship. Not caring one bit about what was going on.
The spectators expected to see gruesome fights and deadly battles from all cultivators partaking in this challenge.
And one would think that seeing a person nonchalantly breaking through obstacle after another would get them bored, however, it was the exact opposite. They would actually judge the other cultivators for how pitiful and how much effort they spent in dealing with the same problems that Shen Bao was dealing with oh so easily.
"This is rather disturbing..." spoke one of the cultivators on the stadium.
The commentator looked at him and smiled, "Oh, if it isn't the Eccentric Long, The Dragon Lord!"
"Don't call me that... I hate it, it makes me sound like a brute," the man called the Eccentric Long snorted.
"I apologize, and you are right, of the many people here, rare are those who can compete with your understanding of law, and even fewer can outsmart you, but please would you explain why you think it disturbing?"
"You really want to overwork me. Just because you couldn't figure out how he managed to fuel that machine isn't it?"
"Haha... I was caught I guess, I am indeed very lacking, and would like you to join me in explaining what is happening right now, this is clearly not an Origin Shattering treasure, otherwise the Sun Lords would have destroyed it."
"Sigh, then let me share some of the understandings I have. From what I have deduced, that whole thing, from bolt to screw, from metal to wire, was all made by the same hands... I suppose it was he who made it since he understand it completely," said Eccentric Long.
"You mean that not only he is a Poison go- I mean poison cultivator, he also is a craftsman?" asked the commentator.
The old man shook his head, "That's not even the tip of the iceberg. The weapons that are on the ship are also made by him and they don't just function on mechanical power and engineering, they have inscriptions that allows and facilitates their function..."
"So he is also an inscription master! What a spending talent..."
"That's not all though..."
The commentator was annoyed, "Could you tell me everything at once next time then! You're stressing me and the audience! HA!"
"That's because you keep interrupting me, anyway, the thing is, inscriptions are fine, a lot of cultivators ate the void level should be able to understand some form of formation. However, once you reach a high enough level you'd be able to understand more form just seeing formation side effects.
For that man, almost everything he had written has no side effects, not a single formation that I have seen is leaking, misplaced or mispositioned, everything is in the realm of utmost optimization. It is so absurdly optimized that one would think it is perfect.
Not only that there is Law in those formation, I could feel the law being constantly translated and transformed every second at absurdly high levels of speed inside the core of that ship... He has something there that is allowing for the entire ship to move and act and also absorb Qi and use it at the same time... it is like he had created a living meridian... which is absurd."
"Take a look at his physic, that lean body, and that light greenish tint, do you know what that is?" Eccentric Long asked.
"I wouldn't know,"
"I've spent a long time of my life wandering the Beyond and came across many things, among them was a cultivator that had ruined himself for the sole purpose of obtaining a true poison body," Eccentric Long looked at one of the people the crowd.
The man titled the Poison God had an ugly scowl on his face.
"It was the exiled disciple of the Poison God. Who stole a forbidden text from the theories of the Poison God to attempt and obtain a True Poison body. The attempt needed them to consume various types of poison mainly the Bone and Body Grinding Poison. Which is, regardless of one's cultivation level is one of the deadliest and most annoying Poisons to Deal with.
Although many of us here can easily break it, the theory required a man to have his entire body remodified with this poison, and that can only be done in mortal form... as in, one must have not a shred of cultivation in their bodies to even have hope of rebuilding the body into that of a True Poison body."
"You mean that man succeeded while even the Disciple of the Poison God failed?"
"That isn't exhaustive enough," the man titled as Poison God said.
"I apologize, all I have spoken of is of my own experience, you would definitely know more," said Eccentric Long as he clasped his hands at the man titled Poison God.
"I envy that man," the Poison God said.
"How so?" the Commentator asked
"Succeeded? That's an understatement, my wretched disciple caused endless death due to the folly of his action and ended up looking like a monster. As for this man he is so perfectly fused with poison you would think it is a part of him and he is a part of poison itself.
Not to mention the Soul Flame he has as you can see it through the reflection of his emerald eyes... it is yet to fully stabilize meaning that he only consumed the flame not even a month ago. Not only that, his cultivation is obscure even to me..."
"Obscure cultivation?" asked the commentator.
"Yes, it is obscure.
While every cultivator who reaches a high level is able to hide a part of their cultivation for a much more powerful cultivator they can still notice or realize the level of cultivation one has, however, even though I'm in the Origin Shattering realm, I'm unable to perfectly pinpoint his cultivation, I do know it is in the void stage just from the pressure he is passively releasing, but have no idea at which stage."
"That is indeed a great deduction. However, that still does not explain how you assumed that his martial prowess is far better than his workmanship!"
"The eyes," said Eccentric Long.
"Those bored eyes, eyes full of forlorn to existence itself. Unlike many cultivators who are taking this trial to prove themselves, who are full of vigor and spirit of challenge. This man's eyes are the same eyes as a woodcutter's, going on about his day, to fell another tree to heat his house. He sees nothing worthy of him acting personally.
A boredom caused not by the lack of entertainment around him, but by the mere fact that he knows well that no matter what you throw at him, he'll find a way to solve it. They're the eyes of someone who not only had slaughtered his way through entire mountains of people, but had done so without feeling an ounce of worry or regret.
An embodiment of carnage that isn't willing to act because it sees no reason for it to act right now..."
The words ended and once again, another token was thrown into the man's hands, this one had the symbol of a Red Sun.