"Then it's settled. The Myriad Demon Wasteland. Closed-door cultivation for one hundred years."
Seeing that no one objected, Gu Qingzhi made the final decision.
A hundred years was neither long nor short.
The key was that, a hundred years from now, the Crimson Wasteland would become thoroughly lively.
Yun Xuan had seized the sword-dao fortune of the Eight Wastelands, leaving sword cultivators with no chance to rise.
But now, they had one. A hundred years from now, sword-cultivating prodigies would emerge one after another, and the entire Eight Wastelands would surely come alive.
Besides, they might already have warrants out for them. It truly was not suitable for them to be traveling outside right now.
Yun Xuan's influence was immense. Ye Lin had killed Yun Xuan; if he went out and was recognized, it would bring endless trouble.
"Since you've already decided, let's go. There's nothing left to hesitate over."
Looking at the people before her, Gu Qingzhi spoke directly.
Time was tight. Once they had decided, what was there to hesitate about?
The next moment, several streaks of light shot into the sky, tearing across the heavens toward the horizon's end.
In mere moments, they vanished beyond the sky.
At present, there were pitifully few prodigies in the entire Crimson Wasteland capable of rivaling them, which was why they traveled with such utter abandon.
The older generation had been confined by the Heavenly Dao; this was the world of the younger generation.
And among the younger generation, their group could strut sideways through the entire Crimson Wasteland.
The Myriad Demon Wasteland was not particularly far from Sea-Suppressing City—only a hundred thousand li away. To them, a hundred thousand li was nothing.
Several hundred breaths later, they arrived at the Myriad Demon Wasteland indicated on the map.
Before them stretched