Within the Xuantian Monastery, the third Faction Competition was about to begin.

During the first Faction Competition, Tang Wan-er and Ye Zhiqiu’s factions had been betrayed, causing them to have zero flags at the end, ranking them last.

Then, Long Chen had furiously killed those traitors and had been exiled to the rubble wasteland. The chances of him returning alive were extremely slim. After all, that was the graveyard of the exiled.

Ever since the monastery had been established, there had not been a single core disciple who had managed to walk out of the wasteland alive.

Furthermore, all those exiled core disciples had already broken through to the Tendon Transformation realm, while Long Chen had only been at the seventh Heavenstage of Blood Condensation. So, the chances of him surviving were incredibly remote.

Long Chen’s departure had been a large blow to Tang Wan-er and Ye Zhiqui’s morale. But they were comforted by the fact that even after such a huge setback, there was not a single person who left their faction.

After consuming the medicinal pills Long Chen had left for them, their factions’ cultivation bases once more grew explosively. Even without the support of many points, they weren’t at all inferior to o...