Five hundred thousand cultivators felt their worlds spin. When they returned to their senses, they found themselves among different scenery upon the dark continent.

A kind of random transportation had taken them here. The groups and cliques that’d formed earlier were now scattered, their members sent to different corners of the land. The foreign environment was enough to put everyone on edge.

As elites from the various races of the world, none of the contestants were rash enough to make any sudden moves. For now, they were more interested in acclimating themselves and finding their allies, rather than eliminating potential rivals. An aura of death lingered in this place, and with it, the shadow of great danger.

Risk...