“What? We can get as many Admission Tokens as we want?” Zen asked in shock.
He spent 5, 000 wild bones in order to get his Admission Token, but it seed he could have as many as he wanted for free here!
“The rule was revised last month though Admission Tokens were already very cheap before then,” a woman with a ponytail inford him.
The Immorial Wilderness beneath the Sky South Bone Tower was very prosperous.
Outlaws would willingly go inside, risking their necks just to collect wild bones. If they were able to co back alive, they were certain to have a great deal of wild bones with them.
After handing over a certain amount to the Nine Li race, they would still have a lot left for themselves.
Only with enough wild bones could one make rapid progress with their cultivation base.
However, things changed ever since the violent fight that transpired between the Nine Li race and the Yellow Emperor race. The Immorial Wilderness had gotten more dangerous. Bringing wild bones back had beco a matter of life and death.
The risk was high and the outlaws knew they had to prepare themselves for death once they got their Admission Tokens. Over ti, fewer and fewer people entered the Immorial Wilderness.
Prices for Admission Tokens dropped and dropped until they were declared free-for-all.
Opportunistic rchants took advantage of this. Warriors in remote cities were not necessarily aware of the Admission Tokens' loss in value and bought them from exploitative rchants at a high price.
Sand Core City was one of these remote cities, and it was in an auction house that Zen found and bought his Admission Token.
It was only then that he realized how much he wasted to buy this worthless Admission Token.
However, he shook this off.
He had more important things to do than worry about 3, 000 wild bones.
“With your cultivation base, the chances of you surviving are pretty slim. It's not too late to back out,” the woman said.
Not even the real outlaws dared to bet their lives in this Immorial Wilderness.
The only ones who entered that place were either indifferent to the value of their lives or extrely confident of their powers.
A newbie like Zen was extrely rare.
“Thank you for your thoughts,” he told her. “I've chosen to go to the Immorial Wilderness and am more than prepared for it ntally.”
Seeing the calm and determination on Zen's face, the woman didn't say anything else.
While they waited, a few Wild Gods had rushed in and appeared in front of the building.
So of these Wild Gods were surprised at Zen's presence, but most of them looked indifferent. Zen's cultivation base had nothing to do with them.
An hour later, Zen heard a muffled sound from the door.
The door opened and a woman wearing an erald robe erged. She looked around with a cold look in her eyes. “Everyone, please take out your Admission Token for registration. Anyone who doesn't have one can receive it for free,” she said.
After speaking, she quickly turned back and went back to where she ca.
The Wild Gods all stepped forward and entered the building.
The ponytailed woman also followed, but stayed back at the last second. She turned to look back and found Zen staring at the doorway with a blank look on his face. She smiled, thinking he was having second thoughts and now wasn't willing to go in. “If you're not prepared, it's better to go back. This is no place for children.”
She knew he had just started cultivating the Wild God system and was most probably only fifty to sixty feet tall when he activated it. Zen was a re child in her eyes.
Her words wounded Zen's pride a little bit. “Is that woman wearing an erald robe a mber of the Nine Li race?” he asked.
“Nine Li race?” His question stunned her montarily. She quickly shook her head. “No, she's a re steward of the Nine Li race's affiliated sect.”
The Nine Li race was considered one of the top forces in the world and there were nurous sects attached to it.
No mber of the Nine Li race should deal with such trivial matters as registration. That was what the stewards were for.
“A steward of an affiliated sect?” Zen murmured in disappointnt.
“After registering your na, the Nine Li people will take you into the Immorial Wilderness,” she told him before going into the building without a second backward glance.
There was no ounce of hesitation in Zen's body. He also followed suit and went into the building.
Inside were hundreds of Wild Gods, gathered together for registration.
“I know most of you here are already experienced, but I will still have to tell you the rules. No hiding the wild bones you've collected. You must give us half of your haul. Anyone who dares disobey will be killed!” the steward announced.
'So I'll have to give up half the wild bones I collect, ' Zen thought to himself.
After all, the Admission Tokens were not given to them really for free. Otherwise, what would the point be of this race occupying this part of the Immorial Wilderness?
“If you encounter anyone from the Yellow Emperor race, try your best to kill them!” she added.
This part of the Immorial Wilderness might be a place of adventure, but to these Wild Gods, it was a battleground.
It was where the mbers of the Yellow Emperor race and the Nine Li race clashed and eliminated as many of their opponents as possible.
The Wild Gods with noble blood lineage were much stronger than ordinary Wild Gods. It was much harder to kill them.
From ti to ti, Wild Gods with noble blood lineage would be able to slaughter a group of ordinary Wild Gods.
This was the reason why this place was so dangerous.
The steward said a few more things before she began to group them.
Four people were grouped, forming a temporary team that went in together.
She called out the nas one by one and those that were clustered together began evaluating the strength of their teammates.
Everyone hoped for capable allies, and none of them wanted to carry a burden with them.
“Amos, Hiram, Sarah and, Zen, you four make a team,” the woman announced.
The scarred man, the ponytailed woman, and another burly man stepped forward.
The three of them looked around to find out the identity of their last teammate. It was then that Zen finally walked out.
The scarred man's expression changed. He didn't expect to be tead up with the newbie.
He turned to the steward. “I don't want to be tead-up with this guy. Can I be reassigned?”
The other Wild Gods thought the sa thing and even cast a few pitiful looks at Zen's teammates.
The steward rely gave the scarred man a cold smile. “Amos, this isn't your first ti here. Do you not know the rules? You can't change teammates, not even if they're good for nothing!”
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