"Young Master, don't worry about us. This is the path we chose ourselves. Even if we die in battle, we'll have no regrets."
"Young Master, I'm staying here. I want to see a broader world."
"Young Master, I thirst for battle. I thirst for a real battle. Please go on ahead, Young Master. We'll hold the rear."
Looking at those determined gazes, Ye Lin smiled as well. In this group, he had seen an aura that feared nothing.
Their eyes were filled with fighting spirit, filled with hope, filled with longing.
"Good."
There was no excessive consolation. Ye Lin merely answered with a quiet word.
As time passed, of the several hundred thousand prodigies who had initially gathered, fewer than ten thousand remained. Not a single supreme prodigy had left.
After all, they were supreme prodigies. They still cared about their pride.
Above ordinary cultivators were prodigies, above prodigies were kings—and those were supreme prodigies. Prodigies such as Ye Lin were even emperors among prodigies.
Even if they wanted to leave, their self-respect would not permit it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As thunderous explosions rang out one after another, the entire ground began to tremble.
"In a moment, we'll be randomly teleported to different locations. Be careful when that happens. The Fortune Path only lasts ten days, so do your best to keep your ranking near the top."
Dugu Feng spoke softly to Ye Lin. The instant he finished speaking, his body vanished before Ye Lin's eyes. The figures around them disappeared one after another as well.
In the end, only Ye Lin remained in the surrounding world, standing alone within a dense forest.
The next moment, ten thousand zhang of rosy light churned through the sky. At last, the countless rays formed a golden ranking list.
There was not a