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"Well then, I'll hold onto the thought of taking on disciples. Who knows, it might be a desperate struggle for survival. If I truly let go of all thoughts, perhaps even a glimmer of hope would vanish."
Xie Laozu's teachings lingered in his mind. "Junior, you should go; I fear some Yuezi may never return."
"Go on, go on."
Mi Chong brushed off his sleeves, standing alone at the Summit, gazing at the tumultuous waves of the Thunder Sea at the boundary of the Little Secret Realm.
Ah, the Sky East Tournament. He couldn't help but envy those Little Guys who had the chance to compete for the title of the top cultivator in Tiandong. Just thinking about it stirred his emotions. Gasping had been around for eighty thousand years and missed the opportunity to make a name for himself during the Great War when Yin Tianheng emerged. What a pity to be born at the wrong time.
What people were left in the city? Why was everyone heading towards the southern city? From their momentum, it seemed that even Ying Zhan, ranked in the Heavenly Ranking, couldn't compare.
Jiang Anbo was cleaning dirt from under his nails while feeling bemused by the commotion around him. He found it strange and decided to ask Hong Yulong if he had any insights or information about what was happening.
"Am I not going to check myself?"
Well, that felt pointless—better off not asking at all.
Jiang Anbo's mind raced through several thoughts as he glanced at Hong Yulong and then at the throng of cultivators surging towards the southern city. In the past, he wouldn't have hesitated. Now, he found himself swept along with the crowd heading south.
Hong Yulong shook his head at Jiang Anbo and made his way toward the Grand Arena. He had already surpassed Half Moon and felt that Buqi was close; he sensed that Gu Ping's pace wouldn't be any slower than his own—if anything, it would be faster.
Although Dong Lai said that breaking through to a higher realm wouldn't bring significant progress in practical combat for either of them, once Gu Ping stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage, there would likely be a qualitative leap. For Hong Yulong, defeating a Peak of Nascent Soul cultivator might become somewhat easier; at most, he would only face a Half-Step to Godhood cultivator and certainly not a Transcendent Practitioner.
Hong Yulong chuckled self-deprecatingly as he recalled how, back in the day, he had swept through Foundation Practitioners with his Ruby Dragon Spear. With high aspirations, he had entered the Pseudo-Golden Realm, a place where many cultivators believed one could never escape. After ten years of stagnation, he nearly lost hope. He thought that breaking through the Pseudo-Golden Realm would allow him to shine, but unexpectedly, Tian Di Dong had produced another Gu Ping.
If it were just one Gu Ping, it might have been bearable, but with Ying Zhan ahead and Jiang Ping behind him, if he didn't deny it, Hong Yulong might genuinely become sick with jealousy. How many talented cultivators had succumbed to being stepping stones for them, disappearing without a trace? It was easy to imagine that one could inadvertently stray down the wrong path. Hong Yulong had endured everything he needed to endure and had seen all the cold stares there were to see. What could possibly hold him back now?
With that thought in mind, Hong Yulong unconsciously drew out his spear. Jie Donglai and those Yuezi were probably hoping to spend their time in the Grand Arena. If anyone dared to step into that Arena, he hoped they would leave in disgrace—that was the path he sought.
As he navigated through the crowded streets toward the southern city gate, Jiang Anbo noticed the cultivators standing atop the buildings. It reminded him that he too was a Golden Cultivator capable of flight. With a leap, he landed on a flat rooftop, but just as he settled down, he saw a red figure land beside him—actually two figures—which startled him.
He wondered why he was there; shouldn't he be looking for someone to fight? Had that Night Emperor also entered the city? What was he doing there?
The cultivator dressed in a red dragon robe—Ying Zhan—cast a cold glance at Jiang Anbo that was enough to silence him.
The Jade Pavilion's Chariot had entered the city, and it was said that this time Jade Pavilion had sent out a Sister whose beauty rivaled that of a Celestial Being, far surpassing even the Courtesans of Jade Capital Riverbank. Who wouldn't be envious?
Looking at the throngs of people in the east, Jiang Anbo suddenly swallowed hard, unsure of what thoughts were swirling in his Dao Heart.
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