Immortal Alliance City, above the sea of clouds!
With an uneasy heart, Cheng Buzheng braced himself against the pressure and walked forward.
After this Venerable's sermon, should I apologize to True Lord Mingxiang?
Whether it would work or not, he had to show the proper attitude.
Besides.
Even if True Lord Mingxiang truly became enraged, she would not make a move within the Immortal City.
There was absolutely no issue with safety.
Mm!
That was settled, then!
After all, she was the only Nascent Soul Cultivator he trusted who could bring him into the Langya Secret Realm.
The Langya Secret Realm was not merely connected to the treasure of his path to enlightenment; it also contained great opportunities and great fortunes!
He could not afford even the slightest negligence.
Just then.
His brow furrowed as a vast, surging force of suppression descended upon him.
This suppressive force was a full ten times stronger than before.
After looking around, Cheng Buzheng realized that he had entered the area for late-stage Golden Core cultivators.
Late-stage Golden Core cultivators sat cross-legged atop clusters of clouds, their eyes closed as they rested their minds. Some remained silent, while others sized up the cultivators seated around them...
At this sight.
Cheng Buzheng did not hesitate, immediately finding an empty spot.
It was a cushion formed from clouds.
Though he still had the strength to continue forward, there was simply no need.
Not only was it crowded ahead, but vacant cloud cushions were exceedingly scarce!
It was truly a case of too many people fighting for too few seats.
Competing with those late-stage Golden Core cultivators over this was not worth it.
Like the two late-stage Golden Core cultivators not far ahead...
Though they had not exchanged blows, their sharp gazes stabbed fiercely at one another.