Nearly a hundred years had passed since the events in Kaiyuan City, but Chen Lin still remembered everything vividly.
Back then, he had just arrived in this world. Filled with curiosity about its immortal cultivation civilization and terror at its bizarre surroundings, he had struggled to survive in that little city. First, the strange red lines had pulled him along, then Yu Yuehai had controlled him. His future had seemed utterly bleak, without a glimmer of hope.
Fortunately, he had his talent ability to rely on. Coupled with his willingness to endure and bide his time, it had finally allowed him to seize a chance to turn the tables against the odds and reach his current cultivation realm.
One wrong step, and he would have died long ago.
Zhao Zhengyuan sighed with emotion as well and spoke of what had happened after his escape. Naturally, it was another tale written in blood and tears. Things had only begun to improve after he entered the Starry Continent and joined the Immortal City.
The two drank as they talked, until they were actually a little tipsy.
The next day.
This auction was very important to Chen Lin. He also did not want to reveal his Golden Core Stage cultivation in front of Zhao Zhengyuan and put pressure on him, so he found an excuse to part ways. They exchanged transmission talismans and agreed to meet again after leaving the secret realm, then went their separate ways.
As before, he made a few simple changes to his appearance, then followed the crowd into the Auction Hall.
He had no idea what level of cultivator had built this hall. It had something of an ancient style and was enormous; even with every cultivator visiting the secret realm inside, it remained spacious.
Chen Lin chose