Ten days was a short time. Within the Mystic Dragon Domain, a single day and night amounted to at least half a month by the Yanhuang Calendar—though different continents could vary considerably.
In short, ten days at the Ascending Dragon Hall was no more than the time it took experts to take a nap.
On the morning of the "second day," as the sun rose in the east of the Dark Cloud Zone Continent, Chu Fei's enormous figure appeared above the ruins.
These ruins had once been the Ascending Dragon Hall headquarters. The clash between Chu Fei and Dao Lord Xuanhai had reduced the place to rubble. The losses looked severe, but the actual losses were not significant.
The Ascending Dragon Hall's population had long since completed its great migration. Moreover, the location of its headquarters was naturally a focal point that attracted hatred and danger, so it housed no particularly important industrial facilities.
After the population migration, nothing remained here but empty buildings.
Now, Chu Fei's figure appeared directly above the ruins. It stood more than a hundred kilometers tall—a projection, yet not entirely illusory. Chu Fei had employed some methods of creation.
After all, he was now a Quasi-Saint. He had to conduct himself with a little of the bearing befitting a Quasi-Saint.
An immense pressure spread outward, and the countless cultivators present immediately stopped their discussions and looked toward Chu Fei.
Chu Fei had promised 322 questions, yet after arguing for ten days, they had not even settled on a single shared topic.
Chu Fei looked down upon the masses from the sky, his vast voice echoing between heaven and earth. "Everyone, are your 322 questions ready?"
The scene suddenly erupted into clamor. Every cultivator refused to fall behind. Some flew into the air, only to be