Burial Goods

Ji Zhibai watched Fang Yun's retreating back, a faint chill creeping through his heart. Geniuses were not frightening; there had been far too many geniuses throughout the ages, while those who truly achieved greatness were few. What was frightening was a genius like Fang Yun, who not only studied tirelessly day and night, but could also learn others' strengths anytime and anywhere, make up for his own shortcomings, and excel at correcting his flaws.

On the path of the Sacred Way, this quality could take one far farther than talent ever could.

Ji Zhibai was not the only one to notice Fang Yun's changes. A shadow of gloom flashed through Lei Li's eyes at the rear of the group, denser than the leaden clouds above the Desolate City Ancient Land.

Besides them, several middle-aged Metropolitan Graduates wore gratified smiles.

With three hundred Metropolitan Graduates joining forces, the battle swiftly drew to a close.

Many Demon Barbarians died with unwillingness in their eyes. These Human Race cultivators were no ordinary Metropolitan Graduates; at least twenty of them possessed strength comparable to ordinary Hanlin Academicians!

The newly advanced Metropolitan Graduates of every nation who had once entered the Sacred Ruins alongside Fang Yun were especially filled with emotion.

They could be called Fang Yun's true peers. Last year, the gap between them and Fang Yun had not been great, but now, the distance between them was beyond even tens of thousands of Ji Zhibais.

Even Yan Yukong, the foremost Provincial Graduate of that year, was only barely on the same level as Ji Zhibai and Qiao Juze due to his youth. He was far inferior to an ordinary Poem Maniac, let alone Fang Yun.

After annihilating the giant tribe of thirty thousand Demon Barbarians, the Metropolitan Graduates continued toward the Demon Mountains.