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Jiang Buping sat in the private room with a dazed expression. His eyes seemed to be watching the auction floor, but his thoughts gradually drifted away, returning to thirty thousand years ago, when he still had many friends.
Among those people, he had not been the strongest, nor had he belonged to the first tier.
There had been many, many people stronger than him. He had almost been the most inconspicuous one.
But.
In the end, only he had survived. Everyone else had died.
Heavenly Dao lackey was an ugly, piercing title, but as long as one could survive, what was wrong with becoming a lackey? If survival itself could not be guaranteed, what meaning did reputation have?
The person who had once cultivated to the Ninety-Thousandth-Level Qi Refinement had been one of his seniors.
What this senior loved doing most in ordinary times was crossing the Void. He said he always felt that something within the Void could truly lift the veil from this world. Back then, the people of the first tier almost did only one thing in their daily lives: research how to raise the upper limit of their combat strength.
Immortal Emperor was already the limit of cultivation. Reaching that realm meant reaching the end. At that point, to distinguish strength, one had to look at each person's foundations and ideas.
This senior was called Qidan.
He was a Human Race cultivator.
At the time, many seniors said it was a pity that Qidan did not possess the Rainbow Trait "Rise at Every Step." Otherwise, with that Rainbow Trait—which greatly enhanced one's physical qualities every time one broke through a minor realm—his strength would have soared.
This senior had relatively few traits.
He had only one Rainbow Trait obtained when he broke through the Qi