"I can't go on. I need to run."
After pondering for a moment, Xiaoyao muttered to himself. Once Ye Yun broke through, it would be time for him to flee as well. Otherwise, when those things came knocking, death would be unavoidable.
As for where to go? The Southern Continent was vast. Should he wander everywhere, or seek shelter at Nameless Mountain in the Southern Continent? Better forget it. After decades of great war, Nameless Mountain in the Southern Continent had been severely depleted.
They were already struggling just to protect themselves, let alone anyone else.
Ye Yun and Nangong Xin were cultivating, while Xiaoyao began tending to his injuries as well. It had to be said that this was the gravest injury he had ever suffered. He had nearly failed to return.
With his mid-stage Tribulation Transcendence strength, he could now only wield thirty percent of his power. He could barely crush Dao Integration True Lords one-handed; against someone in the same realm, however, he was beginning to feel inadequate.
As time passed, the auras of the two children before him grew increasingly powerful. Ye Yun's aura was slightly stronger than Nangong Xin's, showing that her talent surpassed even his.
Just then, a tremendous aura suddenly erupted from Ye Yun's body, causing the entire mountain peak to tremble. Nangong Xin followed close behind, erupting with another enormous aura.
At last, the two officially stepped into the Golden Core realm.
"An Eight-Colored Golden Core. Not bad, just as I expected. But this brat's Seven-Colored Golden Core is pretty good too."
As Xiaoyao looked at Nangong Xin, a trace of appreciation flashed through his eyes. This brat was quite talented too—an Eight-Colored Golden Core.
"Thank you, Senior, for nurturing me. I will never forget Senior's great kindness, even if my teeth