Fang Mo felt the gazes of the others on his back, and his heart was a little conflicted.
They had come a long way, fighting and living together. Their bonds had grown close long ago. He had never thought of them as a burden, but as his strength grew, he knew the distance between them would inevitably widen.
In the future, he might spend a year or two—or even eight or ten years—at a time cultivating. They would probably have fewer and fewer chances to meet.
The carriage passed through the city and came once more to the nine teleportation gates. But it was clear that people were only entering the first and second gates; no one seemed to be entering the others.
Xu Shou seemed to realize Fang Mo was puzzled and explained at once:
"Young master, you need the token for the corresponding level to use a teleportation gate. Someone from a higher level can enter a lower one, but someone from a lower level can't enter a higher one. Your token will let you enter any level below the sixth!"
Fang Mo took out the token Ling Cangyan had given him. It seemed his master had already thought of everything.
The carriage entered the teleportation gate to the sixth heaven. Ripples spread like water, and Fang Mo appeared in the sixth heaven.
As expected, the sixth heaven's spiritual energy was far denser than that of the third heaven—at least twice as strong. Ordinary people who lived here might become Hua Jin martial artists just by being nourished by the spiritual energy, without cultivating at all. Living to a hundred would be perfectly normal.
This was also a city, not much different from the one on the third level. The only differences were that it was a little