A blinding flash swept across the arena grounds.
In the next instant, everyone was teleported into the Secret Realm.
The world that greeted them was a vast forest—towering trees stretched into the sky, their leaves glowing faintly with spiritual energy.
A soft, eerie wind whispered through the foliage, carrying with it the scent of mystery and danger.
Scattered throughout the forest, each disciple had been transported to a different location—isolated, alone.
Beneath the shade of a giant tree, Reon's eyes slowly fluttered open.
His back rested against the thick bark, and his hand rose to clutch his forehead.
"Ugh…" he groaned under his breath.
'Mass teleportation… it really messes with the senses. Especially for someone with low cultivation like mine.'
He stayed still for a moment, waiting for the dizziness to subside.
'The disciples with cultivation below mine would probably stay unconscious for ten—maybe even twenty—minutes.'
