Of course, this was also their last chance.
If, after this, any one of them could reach the Nurturing Self realm, it would prove that the Human Race was still worth investing in.
But if they still could not...
He would reclaim the anchors He had already planted and seek out individuals more suitable, with greater potential.
As He pondered this, His gaze suddenly focused on Xu Xing, a trace of wariness flashing through His Glazed-like seven-colored eyes.
"Xuan's aura..."
Though it was only an extremely faint wisp.
That aura, existing in the unseen, manifesting the forms of all laws, and giving rise to Myriad Phenomena, could indeed belong only to Xuan.
And only He would disdain to conceal Himself.
"A chance encounter, or had He discovered something unusual..."
Among Cang's Ancestors, Xuan was also the one He feared most.
After all, Tai was a fool, locked in an endless fight with Gu and not worth worrying about.
Gu was even easier to handle. He had leverage over him, so he posed no threat.
The only one He could not grasp was Xuan.
Though Xuan was free-spirited and unruly, his combat strength truly surpassed the other three by a full tier.
If He noticed anything...
That could not be summed up by the simple word "trouble."
His thoughts raced. Hidden beyond the heavenly curtain, those Glazed-like seven-colored eyes gradually faded away.
Another two days passed afterward.
During that time, Xu Xing and the others remained within the settlement.
Only...
Yi's condition was truly far from good.
His aura rose and fell unpredictably. At times, it blazed like the high-hanging Blazing Sun, violent and resplendent; at others, it waned like a dying candle, swaying on the verge of collapse.
Over the years, the group had traveled far and wide.