Let Strength Speak

Ji Ye subconsciously turned around, only to see a figure in white standing beneath the statue behind them, sword in hand and arms behind his back, silently watching them.

In Heyang City, there were quite a few people dressed like that.

There were considerable differences between independent cultivators and sect cultivators, but the one thing they shared was a cultivator's pursuit of great power.

Focused on the urban construction within the Apocalypse World, Ye Xiu had not shown his face in Heyang City for a long time. Yet to the cultivators in the city, his reputation had not faded with his disappearance. On the contrary, it had grown even greater alongside the surging tide of people coming and going.

What young person in the city did not now dream of becoming a white-robed prodigy carrying a sword?

There were many imitators, and among them were no lack of prodigies beginning to make a name for themselves. Yet in the eyes of those old Alliance hands in Heyang City's core districts, they were merely trying to paint a tiger and ending up looking like a dog.

Such an assessment naturally stirred dissatisfaction in many people.

Those who came later naturally acknowledged the achievements established by their predecessors, but under the current tide of spiritual energy, prodigies once rare in a thousand years were springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain.

Under such circumstances, perhaps they could not catch up in cultivation or achievements due to having started later. But to call them failed tiger paintings that resembled dogs instead—was that not far too belittling?

This dissatisfaction accumulated among the younger generation, yet it never managed to form into a successful movement.

The reason was quite simple.

It was not just one or two people who shared this view. Almost everyone