The heavenly Phoenix Range…
Seven Nations Pagoda…
On its seventh floor, sweat, blood, and madness mingled as disciples clawed their way to the top.
The seventh floor of the Pagoda was littered with fallen bodies. Out of the ten thousand who qualified for this brutal round, more than five hundred were now cold corpses, their dreams of glory shattered. Explosions echoed in the distance, spells flared with desperate energy, and anguished screams tore through the thick tension.
Scott Lin stood tall amidst the chaos, his white robe soaked red from battles won. With a wide grin, he grabbed the first flagpole embedded in the ancient ground. A powerful aura exploded from the jade base as he pulled it out, earning gasps from everyone watching below via the giant spiritual projection mirrors hovering in the air.
"Scott Lin of the Lin Clan has obtained the first flagpole!" the spirit announcer's voice echoed.
