Rumors concerning Shen Changchuan spread like wildfire among the many passersby and spectators.
However, as for those conspiracy theories picked up secondhand, passed through who knew how many hands along the way, how much of them was worth believing was a matter of personal judgment.
But regardless, during this time, Shen Changchuan's name had spread far and wide throughout the Cultivation World.
It gave Shen Changchuan the peculiar feeling that though he was not in the jianghu, the jianghu still carried his legend.
Compared to the many low- and mid-level cultivators who preferred spreading and discussing those conspiracy theories, the geniuses from the Immortal Sects participating in the competition
felt more regret over Shen Changchuan's absence.
"So he didn't come? What a pity."
Upon learning this, Xuan Daoji felt somewhat regretful.
Though he did not believe that Shen Changchuan, while still in the Out of Body Realm, could have been his match, still, they were both top geniuses among the new generation of their era, and Shen Changchuan had successively defeated such Immortal Sect prodigies as his cousin Xuan Tianxing and Lin Wushuang, both of whom had comprehended True Intent.
There were, more or less, a few remarkable things about him.
If they could have exchanged a move or two, that would have been good as well.
Thinking this, Xuan Daoji could not help glancing at Xuan Tianxing beside him. He knew that his cousin had lost to Shen Longevity twice in a row and had always held the matter close to heart.
"Lucky bastard!"
"If he hadn't advanced to the Spirit Wandering Realm and become unable to take part in this grand competition, I would have made him taste the bitterness of a crushing defeat!"
A shadow flashed through Xuan Tianxing's eyes as he spat the words viciously.
Clearly,