Vast Continent, Yin Realm. At this moment, inside a teahouse, a storyteller was passionately recounting Chen Qiu's tale.
There were no Province-Land Shackles here.
At this moment, two elderly men sat at a table with complicated expressions. Both had once possessed illustrious reputations on the Vast Continent. Once upon a time, they too had been high-spirited, believing their future would lead them to the peak throne of the Qi Tian Continent.
But who could have known?
At the height of their lives, they had cut off their own destinies and come to the Yin Realm of their own accord, seeking shelter.
The terminal station representing the end of life had instead become their refuge. Had they not come to the Yin Realm, once the battle for the Sole King began, their souls would have scattered and perished, without even the chance to retain a single breath.
"Actually, I didn't want to go to the Qi Tian Continent that badly."
One old man quietly listened to the storyteller's account of Chen Qiu on the stage. After remaining silent for a long while with a complicated expression, he finally said stubbornly, "I heard the Qi Tian Continent is a Polluted Continent. Most of the traits it produces are related to limb mutations. People turn neither human nor ghost. I truly don't have the slightest desire to go."
"Isn't that exactly right?"
The old man beside him, sharing the same misery, sneered in agreement. "Once that Chen Qiu goes to the Qi Tian Continent, he'll understand what a Polluted Continent is. When he breaks through a realm, will he choose those traits or not? Will he take those heavenly opportunities or not?"
"If he chooses them, he'll become something neither human nor ghost. If he doesn't, his combat strength will remain at a