Players... Dead?

The major factions moved quickly.

Aside from the Yang Family, the players were swiftly divided up among them.

As for those players who did not wish to join, the major factions did not restrict them either.

They merely made these people understand that life in the cultivation world was not so simple.

Yang Family.

Divine Son Peak.

Yang Jianghu stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing at the distant city. More and more, he felt that the world was changing in a certain direction.

He had heard about this batch of new players.

They were far worse than the first batch.

There had already been several incidents of them abducting women by force on the road alone.

These people looked arrogant and unruly, completely disregarding certain rules, stirring up the resentment of many ordinary people.

Choosing to have this batch descend only further confirmed Yang Jianghu's belief that the Heavenly Dao wanted chaos.

"The upcoming Battle of the Prodigies should be quite interesting."

Yang Jianghu's gaze was deep as he looked toward the sky, calculating what came next.

Qingyang City.

Ever since Song Li had severely injured Tianyi's Holy Son last time, there had been no further news from the other major factions.

Still, he had not neglected his cultivation.

His cultivation had now reached Nascent Soul Late Stage. Before long, he would probably achieve Spirit Transformation.

It was too fast.

It had left Xiao Yiyi utterly dumbfounded.

After all, she even had a system. Yet despite relying on pills and the like, she still could not even touch the threshold of the Golden Core Realm.

"Once the Battle of the Prodigies is over and your Second Junior Brother wakes up, we'll go back and see Master."

"We've been out for so long. The last time I sent word