"You wait here. I'll go get someone."
After those words, people usually failed to bring anyone back. Or even if they did, it was mostly just small fry, nothing worth mentioning.
So when Chu Haoxue trotted out that line, the bystanders generally did not hold out much hope.
But someone like Zhao Tiezhu, who had sworn up and down that he would wait, only to pat his butt and leave... that was a rare level of shamelessness indeed.
"Disperse, disperse. Nothing to see here. Zhao Tiezhu has already run off." Chu Haoxue's Great Void friends urged the crowd to leave, unable to bear watching this simple young man continue making a fool of himself.
Seeing that there would be no grand spectacle, the bystanders also went their separate ways.
But at that moment, a tangible pressure suddenly shook the entire area.
At the far end of the long street, a heavy, ancient stone gate appeared, exuding the aura of Chaos, its inscriptions carved with the supreme mysteries of heaven and earth—
The Gate of Blessed Land!
The virtuous ruled over Blessed Lands throughout the world.
Within the Great Void Illusion Realm, "virtue" had its most direct manifestation: the monthly Blessed Land challenges. The strong rose, the weak fell. Nothing more than that.
The Gate of Blessed Land slowly swung open, and an ordinary-looking man stepped out. His attire was meticulous, however, and his gaze fierce. Sword in hand, he radiated an intimidating presence. "Which one of you is Zhao Tiezhu?"
He landed on the long street and openly displayed his glory title. A plaque-like halo sprang above his head, hovering in the air and moving with him. Several Dao characters within it were profoundly mysterious, shining with brilliant radiance—
"Blessed Land Forty-Four, Tongbai Mountain—Nangong Aotian."
He had actually come to