An Impending Encounter (Five Thousand+)

As the saying went, "Hard work never betrayed those who put their hearts into it." After Long Zhuo's bitter wait of hundreds of millions of years, the time for flowers to bloom and bear fruit had finally arrived. As for what the fruit of that flower tasted like in the pursuit of the Dao, only Long Zhuo himself would know after taking a bite.

To understand all this, one had to begin with the events of those eight hundred years that Yuan Tian had deduced after leaving Qilin Mountain. At the time, Yuan Tian had been so absorbed in his calculations that he paid no attention to his surroundings.

Of course, with Yuan Tian's current cultivation, so long as he was not ambushed by more than three experts of the same level, his safety would not be an issue even if he was inattentive. Thick skin and tough flesh were Yuan Tian's greatest guarantee of safety. If anyone dared release even a trace of killing intent near him, then no matter how intently Yuan Tian was focused on something, he would sense it. And once that happened, they could only wait to be slain by Yuan Tian. Do not think Quasi-Sage experts were easy to provoke—especially one like Yuan Tian, whose Primordial Spirit was powerful, whose physical body was equally powerful, and whose soul was powerful beyond all measure. Such a person was even less to be trifled with.

Although the Dragon Clan did not know that Yuan Tian had already attained Quasi-Sage cultivation, caution could keep a ship afloat for ten thousand years. They would not make a mistake over something as basic as killing intent. Thus, the Dragon Clan members assigned to monitor the entire Eastern Sea were all experts at concealing their killing intent—or rather, they possessed