Although Ling Tian had realized that Feng Ying and the others might suppress their cultivation realms, then deliberately distance themselves from him after he revealed his aura before breaking through, he stubbornly stuck to his own plan. In his mind, the odds that the cultivators of the God Realm would discover him and attack him were very, very small. And he didn't believe Feng Ying and the others could keep suppressing their realms without breaking through. After all, breaking through sooner meant reaching a higher realm sooner for them.
With that in mind, Ling Tian made up his mind. He continued cultivating while keeping an eye on everything happening in the God Realm, and prepared to set out at any moment to search for Feng Lingzi and the others.
Wen Yan fell silent. But he knew Ling Tian had already made up his mind, so he didn't try to talk him out of it.
As Ling Tian had predicted, once he concealed his aura, changed his appearance, and hid somewhere extremely secluded, the cultivators coveting the Phoenix Soul Fruit had a hard time finding him. At the very least, no one discovered him and attacked him over the next hundred thousand years or so. In other words, he managed to keep his whereabouts hidden throughout that time.
Yet all those years passed without anyone among Feng Ying and the others breaking through to the middle stage of the Near-Saint Eighteenth Heaven and revealing a powerful aura. This only strengthened Ling Tian's conviction that, as Po Tian had said, Feng Ying and the others were deliberately suppressing their realms and waiting for him to reveal his aura before breaking through.
After reaching that conclusion, Ling Tian felt conflicted and even grew a little restless. It wasn't just that he feared the