"Only by constantly improving, constantly breaking through yourself, and constantly fighting those peak prodigies can you temper yourself."
"Your road... is still very long."
After saying that, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar fell dormant once more.
Ye Lin walked step by step into Dragonhead City.
At that moment, Dragonhead City was abuzz with voices. Countless prodigies stared intently at the blood-red figure approaching from outside the gates.
Their gazes were filled with respect.
The world revered the strong. The battle with Jian Unrivaled had allowed everyone to witness Ye Lin's strength.
At this moment, no one dared look down on the man before them.
Whether he had won or lost against Jian Unrivaled was beside the point. Merely forcing Jian Unrivaled into such a predicament was something no one else had ever managed.
Yet the man before them had done it.
As Ye Lin continued onward, the crowd parted, making way for him along a broad path.
In that mysterious place, the young girl who had been there all along gazed at her senior brother with eyes full of admiration.
"Senior Brother, you were so cool."
The girl threw up her arms and beamed, then rushed toward Jian Unrivaled.
"I lost."
Jian Unrivaled lowered his head in dejection, gently pressing one hand against the girl's forehead as he spoke.
"H-how is that possible?"
The girl stood frozen in place, her face full of disbelief. In her heart, her senior brother had been invincible.
And now... he had lost?
Looking at the girl before him, Jian Unrivaled gave a miserable smile. Then, sword in hand, he walked alone toward the depths of the mountains behind him.
No one knew where he was going, nor did anyone know what he intended to do.
"Senior Brother, I'll always believe in you. Losing isn't such