A thousand people had entered Feng Ying's Small World. After several decades, or even a century, only eighty-three cultivators had been eliminated. Ling Tian wasn't very satisfied with that result.
"Hey, this Small World is huge, after all. A thousand people landed at random, so the chances of running into each other weren't very high. You haven't encountered many cultivators yourself, even after all this time," Po Qiong said. Then his tone shifted. "Of course, it's also possible that everyone had independently decided to wait and see during the early stages, letting others fight it out so they could reap the benefits. That would explain why so few people have been eliminated after all this time."
"Mm, that's possible too." Ling Tian pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "Forget it. There's no point worrying about that. We should find Meng Shang and the others first. With the three of us together, it'll be easier to eliminate people from the Mo Family and Heavenly One Path when we run into them later."
With that in mind, Ling Tian casually chose a direction and continued searching along the edge of the Small World.
Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, another century passed.
After all this time, Feng Ying's Small World had shrunk a little. That meant it would take Ling Tian less time to find Fairy Meng Shang and Fairy Sword Ji.
That was right—Ling Tian's luck hadn't been very good. Even after all this time, he still hadn't found Fairy Meng Shang or Fairy Sword Ji, nor had he run into anyone from Heavenly One Path or the Mo Family again. He was growing a little frustrated.
"Could the people from Heavenly One Path and the Mo Family have already gathered together? Is that why