"Splitting up? That works too. The Heavenly Road Starfield isn't an exceptionally dangerous place, after all. Even if we encounter powerful experts of other races and can't match them at first, we should be safe if we flee at full speed to save our lives. It'll come down to each person's abilities."
Hearing Fan Yuntang's suggestion, Kang Long of the Sacred Dragon Sect rolled his eyes thoughtfully and voiced his agreement.
These elites of the great sects were all proud, arrogant figures. Ordinarily, people clustered around them like stars around the moon, showering them with praise. Even in Spellbreak City, where elites gathered, they mostly stood as equals, each commanding his own domain. But before Fang Qianyuan, all their glory and pride vanished. In comparison, they truly felt ashamed of their own inadequacy.
Naturally, they were unwilling to admit it in their hearts, but they certainly did not want to travel with him. Beneath this lay a faint desire to compete: better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox.
The rogue cultivators failed to notice their intentions, but they too felt that splitting up would make it easier to act. If they discovered some treasure, they might even be able to pocket it all in secret.
Such scouting missions had mostly developed unwritten rules. Before bringing in Spellbreak City's main force to scour the area, they were allowed to secure some benefits for themselves first.
"Then how should we split up? The Heavenly Road has four routes, east, west, south, and north, each differing in importance and danger. We need a proper plan," someone asked.
"We'll take the eastern route, closest to the Demon Realm. Which fellow cultivators would like to join us?" Fan Yuntang said at once.
On the surface, the eastern route