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The dark green hue of the Raven Blood Scripture added an unusual layer of color to the originally Hong Yu-like Crimson Jade Dragon Armor. A sense of hope constantly radiated around Hong Yulong, while the thick Decayed Aura attracted more Night Crows, who flocked towards him one after another.
When the fearless and relentless numbers reached a certain point, it might be necessary to find another term to describe it; Yan Dong's scene could indeed be likened to a moth drawn to a flame.
Hong Yulong, who continuously created slaughter within the Tunlin filled with Decayed Aura, resembled a dazzling lamp, drawing endless Night Crows like a tide into the battlefield, falling into the jungle like heavy rain.
Without friends, without doors, without Spirit Pets, there was only Hong Yulong himself. Even he did not know how many Night Crows he had killed—one hundred, one thousand, Bu Fou Perhaps even ten thousand or more. He only knew he had to move forward; stopping would mean death.
But that was not what Hong Yulong wanted to see. For him, participating in the Sky East Tournament was not merely about proving himself; it was also for a certain Little Girl who would inherit a vast family legacy. He did not care how they thought; all that mattered was what she wanted.
She wanted to see him seated on the throne of Tiandong's number one, so he would stand there for her. She wanted to see him looking down upon the Easterners, and he would do that for her—whatever she wished.
Now, Hong Yulong charged through the Night Crow clan's defenses with an unyielding stance, showing no signs of retreat or fear. At this moment, two words echoed in his heart: advance, advance. Nothing could stop him; even if it meant revealing some trump cards early on, he would not hesitate.
This was the path chosen by Hong Yulong; no matter what difficulties lay ahead, he would move mountains if faced with them and fill seas if needed until there was nothing left to obstruct his way forward.
In the dim Hall of the Universe, a map floated clearly in the air. The faces of others were illuminated in green by the map's grass-green light, resembling the current Crimson Jade Dragon Armor.
Was his speed increasing again?
That couldn't be Coco.
It was merely a reflection of light.
Not much farther now.
If nothing unexpected happened, the first person to emerge from the Misty Crow Forest should be numbered one hundred sixty-seven.
A Star General achieving such a feat was truly astonishing.
The officials in the Hall of the Universe expressed their amazement and reflected on their own capabilities at the Nascent Soul Stage. They feared they could not match Hong Yulong’s accomplishments; they might have barely entered the Misty Crow Forest before meeting their demise at the beaks of crows. How could they expect to wait for everyone else to enter without bearing any pressure?
It looked more stable over there.
In the Hall of the Universe, a Female Executor glanced towards another battlefield, where numbers shimmering with golden light were concentrated. That was where Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and a group of Transcendent Practitioners were located. Although the Night Crows were fierce and numerous, they seemed somewhat overshadowed in the presence of the Transcendent Practitioners who resonated with the heavens and earth. If a lone Transcendent Practitioner were to mistakenly encounter a swarm of Night Crows, they would end up as helpless as the Night Emperor. However, after Yan Dong and over ten Transcendent Practitioners entered the Misty Crow Forest, the Night Crows lost their resilience; they often needed to wait for a while after one wave before encountering another, unlike the overwhelming tide of Night Crows faced by Hong Yulong.
It seemed there was quite a commotion over there as well.
At another entrance of the Misty Crow Forest, a throng of silver, blue, and yellow numbers crowded together. This spot clearly had the largest number of participants, representing the general level of those competing in this year's Sky East Tournament. It couldn't be said to be significantly better than previous years, but it certainly wasn't worse either. After all, there was an additional Hong Yulong among them, hiding some exceptional talents within. The overall level had indeed risen compared to previous years, even though there were only about ten Transcendent Practitioners present; their skill levels were not necessarily lower than before.
The chaos at that entrance stemmed from the sheer number of people. With so many individuals, intrigue and competition flourished; everyone wanted to hide behind others like a sparrow waiting for its chance. No one wanted to rush forward and become the loud cicada. Despite their large numbers and impressive presence—some riding swords and others flying through the air—after a quarter of an hour had passed, they hadn’t advanced much at all. It appeared that their speed in exiting Tunlin was slower than that of others on less crowded paths.
In the vast wilderness, eagles occasionally soared overhead while the grasslands flourished with tall green grass reaching up to a person's height. Wen Tian raced forward expressionlessly through this sea of grass. He hadn't encountered any fierce beasts or even wild animals along his path; he didn't know if it was due to good luck or bad luck that he chose a route devoid of company.
After hastily traveling for nearly two days, Wen Tian felt he might have taken a wrong turn. Following a battle in the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm, his strength had rapidly increased like that of other survivors. Wen Tian understood that those masters who trained their disciples through real combat were indeed wise.
Although his own power was growing swiftly and he sensed he was on the verge of breaking through to the Peak of Golden Core stage, he hadn’t even touched upon breaking through the barrier between Golden Core and Nascent Soul.
Wen Tian knew that while his realm was advancing quickly, there were others who surpassed him even more rapidly—the one who controlled everything in the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm probably surpassed Yuanji by now. He wondered how long it had been since that person might have achieved another breakthrough.
Everyone knew that this individual was an unprecedented genius who earned everything through his own efforts. Although they admired him, there was no jealousy; during his time at the academy, whispers about Gu Yi occasionally reached them. They learned bits about Light Canon One's journey and gradually pieced together its entirety. Initially, everyone couldn't help but sigh; even if Gu Yi returned once more, he would never face an ending like Yan Dong's.
A mere mortal, a Fox Spirit, and a small Foundation Practitioner—such a combination managed to navigate through challenges right under everyone's noses by leveraging opportunities and muddling through murky waters to escape alive. How could such feats be accomplished by ordinary people? How could a mere mortal achieve such things? It could even be said that it was beyond what most could accomplish.
On the morning before deciding to participate in the Sky East Tournament, Wen Tian had an opportunity to meet Liu Shizu and asked about Gu Yi's situation and evaluations regarding him. Liu Shizu offered an unconvincing remark: "Coco is related to Fortune in Fate."
It is well-known among practitioners that seeking immortality is akin to rowing against the current or defying heaven itself; how could one believe in something like Fortune? Most practitioners do not believe in fate; while some might find it reasonable to consider heavenly calculations or similar ideas, such statements are often too flimsy for scrutiny—even Great Masters at Integration Stage would find themselves helpless against such claims.
Wen Tian longed to see Gu Yi again; those seniors from Harmony Society also wished for another meeting with him. Everyone had many questions they wanted to ask but knew that chances for reunion were slim; those words remained unspoken in their hearts.
Quickly crossing Yan Dong's not-so-small grassland as dusk approached, Wen Tian noticed that time within the secret realm seemed inconsistent with reality. Upon entering Dongyi's secret realm again without Bright Sunlight illuminating his path, Wen Tian decided to quicken his pace and traverse through this mysterious domain.
In an instant, as he crossed into the Dongyi Secret Realm, Wen Tian's previously despondent expression transformed into one of intense focus. The misty Tunlin seemed to harbor hidden dangers, yet after walking for a while, Wen Tian found himself without encountering any threats, leaving his heart feeling somewhat helpless.
It must be said that Yan Dong's situation was nothing like what Wen Tian had imagined. Before setting out, he had searched through various materials in the academy. Some were accounts from seniors who participated in the Sky East Tournament, while others were reflections from Liu Dong after the tournament. However, none of those documents mentioned a situation like Yan Dong's—where there were no enemies at all.
He glanced at the Treasure Sword of Heart that he carried, letting out a long sigh. If only they could see him now, they would surely want to give Wen Tian a kick, knocking him to the ground to save him from his naive hope for an enemy.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept by, jolting Wen Tian back to attention as he focused on discerning the direction of the sound. But after waiting for what felt like ages without seeing any foes, a skeletal remains fell from a tree branch above and struck him on the head. He hadn't seen a single living creature.
With another long sigh, Wen Tian lowered his head in resignation. He couldn't help but wonder when this strange situation would come to an end and how his fellow disciples who entered the secret realm with him were faring.
From afar, an endless swarm of Night Crows descended upon the corpse in front of him. They did not attack the four individuals present; instead, they flew away expressionlessly, leaving behind three others who were astonished by the scene.
Regaining their composure, the three quickly followed Gu, who had not intentionally tried to leave them behind.
What was going on?
The allure of Decayed Aura was far greater than mere food for those Night Crows; it was more appealing than life itself. This meant that dead things held more attraction for them. The corpse could buy them some time. Yan Dong noticed that the number of Night Crows seemed less than in previous encounters, suggesting that others had also begun entering the Misty Crow Forest one after another. Gu pointed towards a nearby pine tree and observed its growth direction; it seemed to be leaning towards that way. That direction should be their path forward.
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