Cloud Hidden Peak.
Crossing Immortal Gate.
As the rising sun climbed high, Screech—
A crane's cry rang out, splitting the air.
Shen Wenyuan stood on the peak, watching the Shadow Crane's receding figure.
"Marquis, I find him somewhat impossible to see through now!" Ye Zhengqi said from beside him.
"In all the world, how many people could see through him?" Shen Wenyuan said.
"Marquis, do you think he can make it through this trial?" Ye Zhengqi asked.
"Hard! Hard! Hard!" Shen Wenyuan shook his head and said hard three times in a row.
Then he added, "The Curse Killing Art is an Immortal Sect method that even the Current Emperor cannot withstand. How could he possibly endure it? Unless..."
"Unless what?" Ye Zhengqi asked.
Shen Wenyuan looked at the black dot on the distant horizon, his gaze deep.
"Unless he is willing to bow his head! Just as that person from the Flying Immortal Sect said yesterday, bowing his head and submitting to an Immortal Sect Grotto-heaven is his only path to survival."
Hearing this, Ye Zhengqi shook his head.
"Although I have not had much contact with brother Jiang, I can see something of his character! There is a pride in his bones, an extreme pride!"
"That pride of his makes it impossible for him to choose to bow his head!"
"At least not now!"
Shen Wenyuan sighed. "Yes! That is why he cannot endure this trial. One day, he will reach the same point as the Current Emperor! Jiang understands it too. His actions yesterday were his choice!"
Hearing these words, Ye Zhengqi fell silent.
After several breaths, the black dot the Immortal Crane had become vanished completely from his sight.
"Then with the remaining resources of Crossing Immortal Gate, five tenths are to be given to him.