Self-Built

Ten years later, Tongtian Tower, Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

"The second Myriad Dao Convention has now concluded. Thank you all for your support!"

"The third Myriad Dao Convention will be held one hundred and ten years from now..."

Another grand gathering had drawn to a close. Everyone rose and departed, each harboring different thoughts.

Amid the crowd, Ji Xingyue opened the Prestige Ranking. Looking at that insurmountable chasm, he sighed inwardly. Though relieved, he also felt a bit of a sense of loss.

"A second time. A second time!"

"It will be held again one hundred and ten years from now. It seems that after claiming the Dual Crown rewards, he will advance to Tier 3. He has no intention of slowing down."

"Charging forward in triumph, sweeping through everything like bamboo..."

Thinking back on the other party's development over the past ten years, as well as the choice he himself had made, Ji Xingyue let out a faint sigh. Regretful yet not regretful, pleased yet not pleased, his heart was a jumble of flavors too difficult to put into words.

In the end, he had been unwilling to part with the Tier 2 crown rewards. Just as in the previous convention, he had chosen to endure and lie low, planning to outlast that terrifying opponent before monopolizing the top spot.

Though it now appeared that his decision had been correct—the other side had no intention of slowing down or delaying his advancement, and the top spot in the next convention would most likely fall into his hands—yet...

Once, then again, then a third time!

Having to outlast his opponents like this, and twice in a row at that, Ji Xingyue felt no joy at all. There was only bleakness, humiliation, fury, and helplessness.

Had he truly fallen so low, doing