Either become someone else's underling, or find some small place to hide and proclaim yourself king and overlord. Even then, you had to stay on guard against other powerful beings at all times.
Becoming someone else's underling also came with the risk of being used as cannon fodder.
In summary, it was hard to get by.
But having a Quasi-Saint friend watching over you was different.
Sensing that the few passengers on his back had all closed their eyes to rest, Di Jun stopped talking and simply lowered his head to hurry onward.
His body was incredibly steady and his speed was fast, yet he was steady as hell.
Ye Lin and the others sitting on his back could barely feel the slightest jolt.
"Where... is this?"
Ye Lin opened his eyes and looked around in bewilderment.
The earth was parched, the sky dim, and the air was filled with an incomparably scorching aura.
"Wasn't I on the Black Tortoise's back...?"
Looking at his hands, Ye Lin was utterly confused.
Why?
Why had something so strange happened again?
"No, this is a dream."
"Not a dream. This is..."
"This is... a memory scene."
Only then did Ye Lin come back to his senses.
Earlier, within that strange Bronze Immortal Hall, he had absorbed quite a few unfamiliar memories.
And now, had he entered one of those memory scenes?
This was truly absurd.
Yet Ye Lin did not leave. He merely watched this unfamiliar world in silence.
He wanted to see what would happen next.
Or perhaps this was all there was to it.
"Heh heh, come on, all of you, come at me together. Let me see just how much you weigh."
"Let me see how much true skill you learned at my hands."
Suddenly, a hearty laugh rang out