"What's wrong with that?" Dugu Han smiled faintly and said calmly.
Chen Fan's gaze was equally profound, a faint smile curling at his lips, sharp as a sword's edge.
"Madness—you must be mad! This kid is only at Nascent Soul Late Stage. Even if his strength rivals the initial Spirit Refinement stage, there's no way he can break through the final two cities! You should know, when I came here thousands of years ago, those last two cities already had more than thirty initial Spirit Refinement cultivators. By now, their numbers have only grown!" Bald Bird stared at Dugu Han as though he were looking at a lunatic.
Then it turned to Chen Fan and said gravely, "Kid, don't think that thirteen years of secluded cultivation under that old man Nine Palaces means you can defy the heavens. Back then, those who could enter this place and remain in the final two cities for long periods were all outstanding figures from a thousand years ago. Every one of them is terrifyingly strong!"
"I know. That is precisely why I have set foot upon this road." Chen Fan smiled lightly, utterly composed.
He understood why the Nine Palaces Elder had sent him here. It was not to reach the end, nor to seek some Gods and Devils Wall. It was to let him grow swiftly through battles like these, transcend the endless realms of death, mend the Great Dao he had once severed, and attain a perfect initial Spirit Refinement stage.
Dugu Han said, "Originally, when Master told me he had sent you here for a true trial, I was somewhat worried. But the moment I saw you earlier, I knew that the old man was right. You are destined to inherit the Nine Palaces Sword Art. You were born to