For a moment, everyone who realized that a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal had come in person rushed to explain why they were there. They tried to draw Luo Yi, whom they clearly took for a Rogue Cultivator, into their respective factions.
But Luo Yi, high in the sky, seemed oblivious to it all. He turned and left without looking back.
He had even less interest in the benefits the people below were promising.
After all, if he displayed such terrifying strength before the sect masters of the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea,
the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea would surely give him immense support to help him grow stronger.
And with strength already comparable to a third-level Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal, he could easily obtain everything the cultivators below were promising him.
Why go to all that trouble and join the damned Blue Sky Gate or Wu Family as some supreme elder or Lineage ancestor?
Wouldn't that be sheer madness?
Unfortunately, those cultivators had occupied the place where he had planned to break through. He would have to find somewhere else.
Boom!
With a thunderous sonic boom, Luo Yi finally found a Floating Island that would just about do for his breakthrough.
There were few Human Race factions within a thousand miles of the Floating Island, and no powerful demons nearby.
The strongest among those factions had only reached Dao Integration. Even if they saw the terrifying lightning tribulation that would descend during his breakthrough, they probably would not dare investigate.
And if some cultivator willing to risk death for an opportunity did come to see what lay inside the lightning tribulation, it would hardly affect him.
At worst, he would swat them dead like irritating flies.
He swept his divine sense across a thousand miles and confirmed there was no danger.