Fang Yuan returned to the family just as the tournament was drawing to a close.
Those still standing on the dueling platform were the cream of the younger generation, such as Fang Yuan'er, Fang Man, and Fang Ke'er.
All three had broken through the threshold of the Xiantian Realm at a young age.
There were also several older disciples, nearing thirty. They had all reached the Xiantian Realm, and their talent was no small thing.
The rest were disciples at the Houtian Ninth Layer, each with something to recommend them when it came to martial techniques.
As the time came to determine the top ten, everyone turned their expectant gazes toward the platform, speculating about who would make the list.
"The Young Master is the uncrowned king. I think the others all have a shot at second place!"
Everyone fell silent. They all knew who would take first.
"I really want to see the Young Master take the platform himself!" a beautiful female disciple said wistfully.
"Foundation Establishment may well be the end of the road for us, but for the Young Master, it's only the beginning."
"We'll probably get fewer and fewer chances to see the Young Master fight from now on."
The commotion caused by Fang Yuan's second Foundation Establishment had been enormous. Many disciples wanted to know just how powerful he was.
Fang Yuan watched the disciples' matches after their draws with nothing to do. It felt rather like a college student watching elementary schoolers solve equations. Boring.
"After Foundation Establishment comes Core Formation, and to achieve a Golden Core, one must survive a tribulation."
Fang Yuan pondered the path of cultivation ahead. "The Martial Dao Imprint can absorb Heavenly Lightning, but even the residual shockwaves of a little Heavenly Lightning can injure me. The True Essence