Ninety-nine percent sweat and one percent talent—without that one percent of talent, you would never get very far in a lifetime.
After hearing the demands of these prodigies, the old man turned and hurried away. He naturally felt a trace of pressure as well; this time, he would have to mobilize the entire sect.
If it were only him, he naturally could not handle such an enormous workload.
He would naturally need to find some helpers to complete it together.
"Alright, the teleportation array is now officially open. Those who should enter may go in."
Only then did the old man standing at the very center speak slowly.
At that moment, a series of humming sounds suddenly rose beneath everyone's feet.
In the previously calm and unruffled Starry Sky, endless radiance suddenly erupted. The lights intertwined with one another, eventually forming an incomparably deep vortex.
The vortex looked utterly mesmerizing. Staring at it for too long could easily make one dizzy.
"The teleportation array is beneath your feet. Those who should leave may leave now."
The moment the old man finished speaking, countless prodigies entered the vortex.
They had long been unable to wait any longer. The instant they stepped into the vortex marked the true beginning of their journey.
Either they would crush all opposition and reach the Central Star Domain, live out their days in mediocrity, or fall upon the path of seeking the Dao.
All of it remained unknown.
Looking at the vortex beneath his feet, Ye Lin remained unmoved. His Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor was still being forged; he had to wait until it was in his hands before leaving.
As time passed, not many of the densely packed prodigies remained. Those left behind were all watching and waiting, though no one knew what