Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan. When the Dao is the same, there must be Dao Competition. The only one you can blame is yourself... for being too weak!
"Under my painstaking arrangements, my dear cousin, when you are driven into a corner in utter despair, will you come begging me?"
"The price your cousin asks for is... very high."
"For example, reviving your master requires three kinds of Heavenly Flames and a Bone-Reviving Blood-Melding Pill—such an immense favor. How could you possibly accomplish that now? Yet all I want is the Wind Fury Dragon Flame in your hands. I imagine... you'll be more than happy to offer it to me with both hands, won't you?"
"Hahahaha..."
After clearly "hearing" Xiao Yao's incomparably far-reaching scheme within his mind—a plan prepared so far in advance that it was practically a vast net cast over the heavens, flawless and all-encompassing—
Grandpa Lu and the Samadhi Fire Spirit were both utterly stunned.
They were genuinely, completely shocked!
For a long, long time...
Grandpa Lu finally let out an exclamation filled with endless emotion and admiration.
"Oh my... this... this young man... this young man..."
"Damn it, he's a true monster!"
The Samadhi Fire Spirit added in wholehearted agreement.
"As expected of someone favored by both Laojun and that equally supreme Patriarch!"
"Xiao Yao's future is limitless! He... will definitely become an immortal! And he will surely become renowned throughout the myriad heavens and worlds!"
Just as the enormous net Xiao Yao had laid against Xiao Yan fully took shape in his mind,
a sudden inspiration struck him, and he once again activated the incomparably mystical Lesser Heavenly Secret Technique to investigate the current whereabouts of his "dear cousin."
In the unseen depths of fate, heavenly secrets revealed themselves.
*Oh? Xiao Yan has just advanced