In the days ahead, plenty of people who secretly coveted the Tiannan Continent, these Dao-Merging Grounds, would likely set their sights on him.
"Sigh!"
"Forget it, forget it. I'm already here. I can't turn tail before the battle even begins!"
Thinking about it would do no good. It would only add to his troubles.
Rather than waste time and energy on such pointless matters, Lu Beishen figured he might as well take the chance to see how the Tianyan Sect was faring.
After all, this continent, sealed away for over a hundred thousand years, had somehow produced a genius admired even by his friend—a man who seemed easygoing but was fiercely proud at heart. Lu Beishen could not help being curious.
But his notion of himself as a lone immortal surveying the mortal world did not last long.
Under Wei Beichen's lead, the group soon arrived before the Tianyan Sect Founder's Hall.
The faint, illusory figure inside sensed their arrival and rose with a smile, looking toward the entrance.
"Come in and sit down."
The familiar voice from within the hall brought a flood of old memories back to Lu Beishen.
He still remembered when he had first joined the Heavenly Star Sect and had barely begun his cultivation. Led by the Tianyan Sect, the sects of the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea had held a Martial Arts Tournament for their disciples.
The aim was to select the most promising cultivation talents from among the sects and nurture them as Dao Seeds.
At that unforgettable tournament, Senior Ye Continent had displayed terrifying, unrivaled power and commanding presence.
He had swept aside the young talents of his generation with ease. Even when elders from several sects stepped in afterward, they too fell to him.
Every female disciple who witnessed the