Yun Mu stood beside the Void Crack, watching the big shots who could make the continent tremble with a stomp of their feet line up and file inside.
Cao Dezhi led the way. As the Ruthless Douluo crossed the threshold, his foot inexplicably paused. He turned to glance at Yun Mu, said nothing, merely lifted his chin, and walked straight in.
Guan Yue followed behind. The War God Temple's master wore Golden Armor that glowed with warm light beneath the Immortal Spiritual Qi. As if afraid of missing even a trace of it, he took a deep breath before striding inside.
A Ruheng was the most straightforward. Without a moment's hesitation, he burst into laughter and charged in. As his massive body squeezed through the crack, he still muttered, "Good lord, this place really nourishes people," before vanishing into that silver-white radiance.
Bright Phoenix Douluo, Zhen Hua, Leng Yaozhu...
One familiar face after another passed before him. As Yun Mu watched the people behind those names, the last of his inner conflict finally dispersed.
Just as the crowd was nearly gone, several familiar figures appeared before him again.
They were Zhuo Shi, Wu Changkong, and Elder Zhuang.
Yun Mu said, "Senior Zhuo Shi, you should come too."
Zhuo Shi waved his hand, unusually lacking his usual playful grin. "Young Sect Master, we may be Title Douluo, but we're still a little short of the Limit. This Immortal Spiritual Qi... it wouldn't be suitable for us, would it?"
Wu Changkong stood behind him in white robes. He had not said a word from beginning to end, but the anticipation in his eyes was nearly overflowing.
Yun Mu fell silent for a moment, then smiled. "Of course you can come in."
He stepped aside and raised a hand in invitation. "You're family.