"There are more and more people," Bei Mengang shouted from a distance, unable to hide his fear as he stared at the sky. One spaceship after another descended, and quite a few of them carried experts from the Eight Great Flowing Realms.
The entire mountain range had probably drawn more than two thousand Extreme Realm cultivators. The fighting was far more intense than the contest for Hong Mountain had been.
Lu Yin said calmly, "There's no need to leave. We're staying."
Hai Qiqi pressed her lips together, feeling uneasy. She didn't look at Lu Yin; her guilt only grew.
Bei Mengang and the others were stunned. "Stay? To wait for death? The Sword Sect and the White Night Clan are massive powers. They're on their way!"
Lu Yin lifted his head. No matter how clever a nobody was, they could never escape the control of the powerful. He had realized that once before, and now he understood it more deeply than ever. Identity and background were all illusions. Only oneself was real.
Taking control of one's own fate was incredibly difficult, and the process was painfully long. But right now, he could control the fate of the people around him. At least on this Hong Star, he was invincible.
Whatever the outcome of the fight for Hong Ore, he would inevitably find himself at odds with all the major powers. Perhaps he was simply born unable to stand on the side of light. Sea King's Heaven had schemed against him like this, and it would never interfere in the conflicts between the Inner and Outer Universe. There was no way he could join them. That left only one path: the Leien Battle Group. Lu Yin smiled bitterly. He'd never expected to head to the Cosmic Sea this way.
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