What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Before Zhou Bin and the 100,000 viewers could figure it out, the images on the big screen switched again and again.

This time, the background changed to a room filled with water vapor.

In the center of the pool in the room, there is a flat stone platform.

Liu Bo, from Cangyun Martial Arts University, sat cross-legged in the center of the stone platform, shirtless.

The camera gave Liu Bo a close-up.

Liu Bo's face turned a deathly ashen bluish-black.

On his bare upper body, thick veins bulged out, and flowing in them was not red blood, but a thick, dark red, malevolent aura.

Wisps of dark gray mist seeped from his pores, swirling around his body.

The mist was like a living venomous snake, constantly twisting and struggling.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs were almost bulging out of their sockets.

His teeth were grinding together, and black blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

[Severely corroded by malevolent energy.]

Six characters were typed in the bottom right corner of the screen.

The martial artists in the stands gasped in astonishment at the sight.

"It's malevolent energy!"

The retired veteran pointed at the screen, his voice trembling.

"And it's a highly potent malevolent energy that has invaded his heart! This kid is doomed!"

As a veteran who had fought on the battlefield, he knew better than anyone the terror of the murderous aura.

"I dare not watch anymore, but I'm also afraid that another beautiful woman will appear later."

"This change is making my heart race a little—"

Just when the audience thought they were about to witness a horrific live death broadcast.

on the screen.

"Sizzle—"

A mist rose and enveloped Liu Bo's entire body.

The moment the water mist touched Liu Bo's skin, the malevolent aura melted away like snow in spring, making a hissing sound.

In less than five minutes.

The protruding black blood vessels on Liu Bo's body surface gradually subsided.

The bluish-black skin returned to a healthy flesh color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, the lotus blossomed, and the malevolent energy returned to its source.

The purified evil energy was transformed into cultivation power, which Liu Bo absorbed in the blink of an eye.

"call--"

Liu Bo let out a long breath, and his tense body instantly relaxed.

He opened his eyes, his vision clear, and braced himself against the stone platform with both hands.

With a "thud," Liu Bo jumped off the stone platform, landing on his feet and hopping around energetically.

He twisted his waist and turned his neck. Then, he turned around and faced the camera.

Liu Bo stretched out his right hand and forcefully swept his slightly messy hair back from his forehead.

"A malevolent aura?"

Liu Bo gave a disdainful sneer.

"I usually use it as a volcanic mud mask."

He reached out and touched his cheeks, which were freshly washed and had a rosy glow.

"A purifying spa treatment for negative energy, just five minutes for silky smooth skin."

Liu Bo raised an eyebrow at the camera and gave a flirty wink.

"A real man is never afraid of evil spirits. Take a dip and take it all away."

"You deserve it."

"puff--"

Inside the main venue, someone couldn't hold back and spat on the back of the head of the person in front of them.

The man in the baseball cap covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking wildly.

"What did I just see?!"

"He's using malevolent energy like a volcanic mud face mask?!"

The retired veteran stood on a chair, his only remaining left hand gripping his hair tightly, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"That's impossible!"

The veteran roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with a terrifying, mind-blowing force.

"Everyone knows how troublesome it is to dispel evil spirits!"

The veteran pointed at Liu Bo, who was still making faces on the screen.

"He just sat on that platform for five minutes! And all the evil aura disappeared?!"

"Still able to come down here alive and kicking and act all high and mighty?!"

The veteran's legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the chair.

"This is absolutely impossible! This violates the fundamental principles of martial arts!"

The audience erupted in cheers.

GG.

This is definitely a meticulously planned GG!

However, what's shown in this GG is terrifying!

Pills that allow one to directly break through to the Flying Heaven Realm.

A bed that allows you to break through physical barriers while sleeping.

A hot spring that can heal almost fatal injuries.

A five-minute spa treatment to completely remove negative energy.

Any one of these items, if taken out, would be enough to cause a magnitude 12 earthquake in the twelve human prefectures!

"What on earth is going on?!"

In the preparation area below the arena, a martial arts instructor stood up and roared loudly.

"Are those things on the screen real?!"

"If this is true, where is this?!"

"Didn't all the contestants die?! They're all here?!"

The mentor's series of questions resonated with the 100,000 audience members present.

All eyes were once again focused on the big screen.

Seemingly in response to the audience's questions, the image on the big screen switched for the last time.

This time, there were no close-ups, no people.

The camera zooms out, transforming into a wide, bird's-eye view.

The image is clearly divided into two parts.

external.

A gloomy sky, a shattered earth.

The dense, impenetrable black aura churned and roared across the ground.

Everywhere you look, there are weathered stone pillars and barren Gobi desert.

The dead zone of area A4 in the Battlefield of the Heavens.

And in the center of this dead land.

A huge, semi-transparent, semi-circular light shield, like an inverted glass bowl, tightly protects the interior space.

The interior of the light shield contrasted sharply with the deathly silence outside.

It was a vibrant and bustling scene.

A series of buildings, each with its own unique style, exuding both modernity and mystery, are arranged in a well-organized manner.

The streets were bustling with people.

Students dressed in the various colored uniforms of the Twelve Prefectures of Martial Arts University were walking and talking in groups of three or five on the street. Some of them were carrying materials from other ethnic groups and their faces were full of relaxed smiles.

And at the very center of the building complex.

A huge, leafy tree rose from the ground.

The leaves, a fiery red from burning, shimmered within the light shield, radiating a gentle glow.

The camera slowly zooms in.

On a thick branch of the Burning Tree.

Candice, wearing a little dress and with translucent fairy wings on her back, sat on a tree branch with her bare white feet, her two little legs dangling in mid-air, swaying gently back and forth.

The little girl held a bright red fruit in her hand, and while taking a bite, she happily sang an unknown fairy song in her clear, childlike voice.

Sunshine, breeze, green trees, laughter.

Deep within this perilous battlefield, a beautiful, fairytale-like scene unfolds.

The image gradually freezes.

The black background of the screen emerges.

A line of large, gold-embossed characters, accompanied by a deep, powerful voice-over, slowly appeared in the center of the screen:

Welcome to the Wanzu Ethnic Resort.

Here, we redefine the way of life on the battlefields of the heavens.