"We did it, we did it!"
The young elites from every domain were overjoyed. The Immortal Remnant was getting farther and farther away, and its aura was growing weaker by the moment. They gasped for breath and cheered.
Li Ye watched the Sub-Immortal Ship gradually slow down. He took a long swig of wine and glared at them.
"Did it my ass."
"This is nothing. The Immortal Remnant can catch up in a few steps."
"You can't sense him, but can't he sense you?"
"Are you trying to get yourselves killed?"
As he spoke, spittle mixed with the smell of wine sprayed across the faces of the young elites.
They stared blankly for a moment. He had a point.
They gathered their cultivation once more and urged the Sub-Immortal Ship's formation into action.
"Faster!"
"Don't slack off!"
"Unless you want to die."
"Don't you want to become Immortal Kings and Immortal Emperors, and bring glory to your ancestors? Put your backs into it! The Great Dao is beckoning!"
Li Ye stood to the side, encouraging them.
The Sub-Immortal Ship picked up speed.
In a flash, it covered eight thousand light-years, then nine thousand, then ten thousand...
The young elites from every domain were red in the face and neck. In the end, they pushed the Sub-Immortal Ship's instantaneous speed to eleven thousand light-years.
"Who's slacking off, huh?"
"It was eleven thousand light-years just now, and it's still the same speed!"
"You've been at this for so long without improving at all. Do you even want to live?"
Li Ye roared with anger.
The geniuses looked at one another. Their faces and necks were red, they were gasping for breath, and they looked utterly bewildered.
Someone was slacking off even now?
No way.
"Fellow Daoist, you seem to be the one