The next instant, Chu Xisheng's surroundings transformed.
He suddenly felt weightless and found himself being dragged in an unknown direction.
A moment later, Chu Xisheng found himself standing on a vast circular stone platform.
The platform was nearly a hundred yards in diameter, about three hundred meters, with a rough ancient design.
Around it stood massive stone pillars, over three thousand in number, encaging the platform like a beast's cage.
The pillars were covered in numerous bas-reliefs, which appeared to depict stories from the ancient era.
Chu Xisheng didn't look closely, his attention captured by a young man in his twenties, dressed in blood-colored war armor, standing opposite him.
This person had a curved blade at his waist, rugged facial features, hair as red as blood, and an expression of wild arrogance.
"You are Chu Xisheng?"
After giving Chu Xisheng a glance, the youth sneered coldly, "Let's start quickly, don't waste time."