Cultivation was not merely about fighting and killing.
One's realm was the foundation of everything.
The Mountain Shattering Gang had originally been formed by rogue cultivators seeking cultivation resources.
The death matches on the Dao Discussion Stage looked glorious, but ask those eighteen participants again—how many had truly joined of their own free will?
Probably no more than could be counted on one hand.
Especially Heart Devouring Tiger Han Dang at Qi Refining Completion, and River-Mixing Dragon Gao Tingyuan, who had hope of Foundation Establishment.
One had died and the other was injured. For the rest of their lives, neither would ever be able to glimpse the even more beautiful scenery ahead on the Great Dao.
If they had been given another choice, they likely would have refused without the slightest hesitation.
Of course, that was only if they had been able to refuse.
Because above them stood two Foundation Establishment cultivators: Mi Shuhua and Wang Haichao.
Why had those two gone to such painstaking lengths, recruiting people and bestowing Top-Grade Magic Tools, all to win the death match?
Was it not for their own interests?
Those interests, in truth, were also for their own cultivation.
From one perspective, this death match had also been a contest for the Great Dao between the two of them.
They merely cherished their lives and chose to borrow the hands of their subordinates.
Luo Chen had now officially joined the Mountain Shattering Gang.
Naturally, he had not come here to fight and kill.
He wanted to lean against a great tree and cultivate properly.
But when leaning against a great tree, he also had to find the right place for himself, lest he be used as cannon fodder.
Therefore, after learning about the Mountain Shattering Gang's circumstances, he had already made up his