Another two days passed.
Since the mission deadline had arrived, many second-batch Ascension Envoys who had yet to choose to settle their missions were forcibly made to do so by the Taixuan Immortal Network and recalled from their mission worlds.
With no surprise whatsoever, the vast majority of them were from the Supreme Dao Sect, and their mission completion rates were far from ideal...
There was nothing to be done about that.
Ordinary cultivators looked three steps ahead for every step they took, but those Supreme Dao Sect practitioners of the 'Dao of Cowardice'...
Before taking even one step, they had to build themselves a road first!
This ascension mission was unusual. Otherwise, they almost never accepted missions that required them to meet a fixed objective within a set time limit.
It was noon, and the sunlight was just right.
In the Sword Sect's inner court, at the Sword Ancestor Hall.
A figure slowly emerged from the hall. She walked all the way outside, only stopping once she reached the steps leading down the mountain.
A mountain breeze drifted in from afar, gently stirring the few loose strands of hair hanging over her forehead.
She wore a simple, fitted black dharma robe steeped in ancient elegance, her long hair tied into a high ponytail.
Her skin was fair and lustrous, her neck slender, and her features exquisite. She looked sharp and capable.
It was Zhang Yunlu!
Several years of constantly being tempered at the brink of life and death had stripped away some of her girlishness, replacing it with a measure of calm composure.
As she gazed into the distance, a feeling of having lived through another lifetime rose within her.
Although only three short months had passed in the Great Profound Realm, she had spent a full three years