"Ahhh, my head hurts, I can't take this anymore," the commentator said as he was looking at the tower.
Eccentric long couldn't help but let out a laugh as he saw what was going on.
Since it didn't take more than a few moments before every floor all the way to the ninth got lit up, all due to one person.
"How? Just how?" the commentator asked.
"Don't ask me. The fact that he cleared all of it is a miracle in itself. Not to mention the time. Although the time difference is pretty huge between outside and inside of the tower, it is still impressive to have cleared it in less than the time it takes to blink," Eccentric Long said.
"How do you think he managed?" The Commentator asked.
"There is no need to ask one who knows not of the secrets of the tower, I can easily explain what happened," the voice came from the tower of the Wisest Sun.
The commentator bowed as he asked, "Please grace us with your wisdom."
"Right, then. First of all, seeing as there are a lot of people failing in clearing such simple tasks, we'll probably end up with less than a hundredth of a percent of the overall cultivators, I don't wish to go down as the one with the most difficult and deadly challenge of the bunch, so the rules will be changed.
Those who clear up to the third floor instead of the fourth will be able to proceed forward," he said.
The cultivators who still have yet to attempt the tower all cheered in joy as the challenge became easier.
Quite a dilemma...
The commentator couldn't help but sigh and scratch his head in confusion. He had nothing to say to explain what was going on, nor did he think he had the right to speak to dissolve this situation. Since the wisest Sun created this anarchy, he meant for it to remain.
So, the commentator had no right to speak. As he turned to Eccentric Long, the later shook his head, signaling that they shouldn't interfere or talk. The situation must proceed as the Wisest Sun had planned it. After all, he was clearly dissatisfied. What many seem to forget that to obtain the title of a Sun, one must have had his hands died in red from all the blood and death on them.
A small massacre of a few million cultivators is probably nothing in the eyes of someone that is as old as the very mountains that support the Beyond.
***
I soon found myself in a new area. It seems that this is the next trial zone. And all around me was nothing but large trees spread around as if someone sprinkled them haphazardly all over the place.
The platform under me still didn't allow me to leave the area before the bracelet would shine. So, I waited a while to see what the purpose of the trial was.
The atmosphere of the land we're in was slightly worrisome. Unlike the bright clear skies of the Beyond, this seemed a bit darker and dimmer with red muddy clouds all over the place.
There was no sun in the horizon and what lit the world seemed to come from the skies themselves, although it failed at fully brightening it and only succeeded in creating shades and shadows that felt as if they were about to pounce on you if you were to get too close.
The entire area felt rather dreadful and eerie.
"Looks like the next trial is going to be slightly more interesting," I muttered. And that wasn't because of the eerie atmosphere, but the massive creature that was walking between the trees.
It was a giant, a very dreadful looking giant.