Wang Chunfeng, too, silently lowered his eyes and glanced at the Tribulation Qi and Cause and Effect upon himself.
After entering the Four Lands, he had slain quite a few Demonic Cultivators.
The Tribulation Responders corresponding to them were figures from the Demonic Path.
Of course, not all of them came from the Immortal and Demon paths. Among some cultivators, there were also enemies locked in mutual enmity.
He looked again at Senior Brother Yuan. The other man's cultivation was already unfathomable in his eyes. With that thought, he realized that since the Demonic Path was so confident, the Tribulation geniuses they proclaimed must surely be monstrous prodigies as well.
"Ah, I wonder where Junior Brother Lu's Tribulation Responder is. If they are not within the Four Lands, that would still be all right."
Too many cultivators had recently flooded into the Four Lands.
Wang Chunfeng even somewhat regretted sending a Spiritual Talisman back. If that junior brother came here on a whim because of it, Wang Chunfeng could not say much. Golden Core cultivators were practically everywhere here.
They could only be splashes cast ashore by the tide.
This was no empty claim.
"Golden Cores walk everywhere, Primordial Spirits are all around. The Four Lands are truly lively these days." Lu Qing caught a streak of spiritual light flying in from the horizon and received news from the outside world.
Within the Daoist Dojo.
Lu Qing cultivated day and night, and another two or three days had now passed.
For cultivators, especially after reaching the Golden Core realm, ten thousand miles beneath one's feet could be crossed in an instant. There was no need to measure it in days. Some mighty experts arrived the moment a thought stirred. What Lu Qing had once imagined—roaming the North Sea at dawn