He, Mo Yun—whether in the Myriad Demon Great World or here—was a genius, an absolute peerless genius.
"Hahaha."
For a moment, Mo Yun was incomparably exhilarated. He strode into the sky, stretched out a hand, and reclaimed the rewards that belonged to him.
Any one of these items would have been enough to drive Taiyi Profound Immortals mad, yet now, they all belonged to him, Mo Yun.
"Hahaha!" At this moment, Mo Yun could truly be said to be riding high on the spring breeze, his horse's hooves flying swift.
"Who would have thought that, in the end, this fellow would be the one to walk ahead of us? Truly unexpected. A miscalculation."
Atop a mountain peak, Wan Feng, carrying a greatsword on his back, sighed helplessly.
In the end, he had actually failed to surpass Mo Yun. Watching Mo Yun look so smug, he could only sigh in resignation.
"This feeling is so damn good."
Even though he could not see anyone, Mo Yun could keenly sense countless envious gazes resting upon him.
This feeling truly was wonderful.
But no matter how wonderful it felt, Mo Yun still knew what mattered most. He glanced around, then turned and left. He could not remain here for long.
There were plenty of people eyeing him now. He could not let this go to his head, or there would be plenty of tears waiting for him later.
Mo Yun swiftly departed. After that, every time a voice rang out, someone would head forth with an excited expression to claim their reward.
The other geniuses could only watch them with envy written all over their faces.
They were all geniuses, yet sometimes the gap between people was simply this great.
As time passed, the true main event finally arrived.
"Third place reward: one