Qin Hao felt an inexplicable, crushing pressure.
The Azure Flame Grand Tournament was far more difficult than he had imagined.
At his current pace of cultivation, passing the Azure Flame Grand Tournament and entering the Azure Flame Sect would be harder than climbing to Heaven.
"You could also choose to give up," True Person Ling Yuan said with a smile. "You're still young. You could wait another ten years and enter the next Azure Flame Grand Tournament. Of course, no one knows whether it will be held on schedule ten years from now."
Give up?
Wait ten years?
Qin Hao fell silent.
Even setting aside giving up, ten years was more than Qin Hao could afford to wait.
Warriors had to seize every moment in cultivation. Forget ten years—even a single day wasted was too much.
Besides, as True Person Ling Yuan had said, who knew whether the Azure Flame Grand Tournament would be held on schedule ten years from now?
The True Martial Continent had not held an Azure Flame Grand Tournament in thirty years!
The Torch Dragon World had not held one in fifty!
And the Ten Directions World had gone more than a hundred years without one!
Qin Hao did not know why, but clearly, conditions in the Torch Dragon World and the Ten Directions World were still unsuitable for holding the Azure Flame Grand Tournament.
Otherwise, their tournaments would not have been folded into the one on the True Martial Continent.
Likewise, some tremendous upheaval had probably occurred within the True Martial Continent.
No one knew whether the Azure Flame Grand Tournament would be held at all in ten years...
Qin Hao could not wait.
As for giving up?
That was out of the question.
The words "give up" did not exist in Qin Hao's dictionary.