The First Academy in the Cultivation World

"Everyone who has come here is a very powerful fellow Taoist, but in the end, there can only be one winner."

"Now, let me first explain the rules of the challenge. When you first enter the illusion, you will be randomly divided into groups of five. A total of 20 people will be divided into groups. Once divided, members of each group cannot attack each other. Everyone except those in your own group will be the enemy, until only one group remains."

"Everyone's location after entering the illusion is random. If you're lucky, you might be surrounded by teammates. If you're unlucky, you'll end up surrounded by enemies. But don't worry, we're all on the same island. After entering, everyone will receive a map. Please pay attention to the map. Every once in a while, a poison barrier will appear on the edge of the map. If you stay in the middle of the barrier for half an incense stick of time, you will be poisoned and die. Once you enter the poison barrier area, please leave as soon as possible. Every hour, the range of the poison barrier will expand until there is only one person left, or the poison barrier fills the entire illusion."

"After entering the illusion, everyone's cultivation level will be the same, but killing all enemies can increase your cultivation level, and using special equipment in the illusion can also increase your attack power."

The voice continued to introduce the rules of the illusion, but the more Ling Yan'er listened, the stranger her expression became. Why did this introduction sound more and more like a game of PUBG?

As if sensing Ling Yan'er's thoughts, even though he didn't turn on the phone, the screen lit up and a line of words floated across it: In order to give you a chance to win, the rules have been specially modified for you. Are you touched?

Don't dare to move. Don't dare to move.

Then, after making sure Ling Yan'er had finished reading, the screen turned off.

Ling Yan'er silently glanced at the people around her. She didn't expect that this phone would reveal its consciousness for the first time.

So is this phone really still yours?

Ling Yan'er turned on the screen of her mobile phone and looked at the wallpaper she had set. The full battery and network icons in the upper right corner told her: No.

Whose normal mobile phone can still be fully charged after not being charged for more than half a year? Whose mobile phone can still use the Internet to watch videos and play games without any lag after traveling through time?

Although she is often treated as a bot when playing games because she can't type...

While Ling Yan'er was still sighing silently, suddenly a white light flashed before her eyes, and then she changed her location. Only then did she realize that she had changed her location. Needless to say, she had arrived in a fantasy world.

Ling Yan'er looked up and found that it was not unfair to say that this was an alien version of the chicken-eating game.

There is an avatar in the upper left corner of her perspective, with her name next to the avatar, and the avatar is her own appearance. Below the avatar is a small map, and below the small map are four teammates.

Teammates are also a combination of avatar + name. Now there is an Arabic numeral 1 under everyone's avatar. Good news, Dongfang Zichu is in the same team with her. Bad news, she doesn't know the other three.

There are five empty grids on the right side of the sight. Ling Yan'er knows that this is the place to put the current equipment. There is a pocket-like shape above the grid. Ling Yan'er knows it is a backpack without looking. There are only twenty grids in it. Including the equipment that can be equipped, a total of twenty-five items can be placed.

Ling Yan'er took a quick glance and knew the general function, then looked around. There was no one around, so it was safe for the time being.

It seems that equipment needs to be found by oneself just like in PUBG. Ling Yan'er adapted well. Just as she was about to leave, she found something extra on her feet.

Looking down, she saw that it was Dongfang Zichu, who picked up the little man. Ling Yaner poked him and asked, "Why aren't you flying?"