No one knew the true size of the Mirage Dragon Pocket World, much less where its boundaries lay. Its landscapes were so complete and lifelike that it seemed no different from the outside world at all.

Six days had passed since the beginning of the grand competition. At the entrance to a mountain valley, six Adepts moved cautiously across the terrain while keeping watch on more than a dozen white argali resting in the open ahead. After studying the beasts and their surroundings for a while, someone finally spoke up.

"We're not like Senior Brother Wang. He can hunt illusory beasts on his own with nothing but a sword. For us, it'd be safer to work together. That said, we'll set up a formation first, then deal with them one at a time. Does anyone have a problem with that?"

One of the others immediately asked, "And the illusory cores? How are we dividing them?"

Longwind replied, "Evenly. If we can't find so many at once, we'll take turns and settle the difference later. And if someone gets killed..."

Wu Tao, who was standing beside him, picked up where he left...