Ever since he made his name, countless people had come to challenge him. Though they had all failed in the end, they had been of tremendous help to him.
At the very least, his sword had grown sharper.
"I hope the two of you can give me a surprise. The opportunity for my Sword Dao to break through may lie with you."
Jian Unrivaled thought inwardly as he looked at the figures before him and the layered mountain ranges in the distance.
His Sword Dao needed only a single miracle to reach a higher realm. He had been trapped at this stage for a full five hundred years, which was why he had remained in the Hundred Cities Alliance for all that time instead of going to the Thousand Cities Alliance.
He had to raise his Sword Dao to a higher level within the Hundred Cities Alliance. Then, he would head to the Thousand Cities Alliance with an invincible momentum and suppress every genius there.
He was invincible. He absolutely would not allow himself to fail.
"Please stop, you two."
Just as Ye Lin and Poison Venerable were about to step into Dragonhead City, an aged voice stopped them.
Ye Lin turned around and saw an old man standing on the ground in the distance. His eyes were clouded, and an incomparably dense aura of death emanated from his body.
"At the end of his lifespan?"
Those four words surfaced in Ye Lin's mind as he looked at the old man.
This old man was the epitome of ordinary cultivators. Upon entering the True Immortal Realm, their talent was exhausted, and even after devoting their entire lives to cultivation, they could not take that final step.
True Immortals possessed long lifespans, truly comparable to living as long as heaven and