Huang Longshi narrowed his eyes. Yellow and crimson swirled in his pupils as he felt a powerful pressure from Hong Yuan.
Even he had no wish to provoke such a troublesome figure unless he had to.
But what the man carried was the key to his path. He could never give it up. "Forgive my poor eyesight," he said. "Which fellow Daoist of the True Spirit World might you be?"
The True Spirit World?
Hong Yuan raised an eyebrow. Was that where Huang Longshi had gone after leaving Great Xuan?
He committed the name to memory, then smiled with an air of perfect friendliness. "You may call me Ten Thousand Tribulations."
"So it is Fellow Daoist Ten Thousand Tribulations. For the two of us to meet in this little world—our fates must be deeply entwined."
Huang Longshi smiled too and cupped his hands. His thoughts flashed like sparks as he searched through everyone he had ever heard of or seen, but no one matched.
That did not surprise him much. The True Spirit World was boundless. Even mighty Spirit Transformation cultivators and True Lords of Void Refinement could exhaust their lifespans without crossing it. Only Mahayana Dao Lords, with inexhaustible power, undying strength, and lifespans nearly as long as heaven's, could roam wherever they pleased.
Nor was there anything surprising about the other man knowing his name. As a Spirit Transformation prospect of the Heavenly Mystic Sacred Sect, a great True Spirit sect presided over by a Mahayana Dao Lord, Huang Longshi considered himself somewhat famous.
As they spoke, Huang Longshi covered several miles with each step. In less than a breath, he was within ten miles. "Fellow Daoist Ten Thousand Tribulations, I have a presumptuous request. Something you possess would be of great use to me. Might you do