After giving Duan Silie the martial arts manual he had studied and refined, Yi Shuyuan left the inn far behind and walked alone through the streets of Moon City.
Moon City was still bustling, with plenty of shops staying open all night.
Many martial artists had already been eliminated. Some bitterly refused to accept it, but more of them, along with their friends and family, felt considerably relieved and watched the rest of the gathering with lighter hearts.
The young experts and varied martial arts of the martial world turned the heads of many renowned veterans and opened Yi Shuyuan's eyes as well.
A Fei and Duan Silie were certainly formidable and improving rapidly, but the other hundred-odd competitors were no weaklings either, and were just as confident. The position of best among the younger generation at the Martial Arts Gathering would not be easily won.
Still, Yi Shuyuan was no longer particularly fixated on the Mountain and River Immortal Furnace Diagram.
Yi Shuyuan had already grasped its immortal essence. Obtaining the actual painting would naturally be best, but it was no ordinary object. If he failed to obtain it, he could only say that fate had ordained it so.
If the threads of fate came together, what was his would come to him. Even if both A Fei and Duan Silie lost, Yi Shuyuan believed he could still acquire the painting.
If it was not meant to be, there was no need to force it.
The beats of the Martial Soul Sky Drum resounded through the heavens. Yi Shuyuan understood that under these circumstances, those with extraordinary talent comprehended the martial path far more readily than before.
Every martial artist taking part was constantly improving, and someone broke through their limits every day. No wonder people spoke of martial