In the silence, a dozen breaths passed in the blink of an eye.
Among the crowd, Liu Yu kept his gaze lowered, doing his utmost to restrain his spirit pressure and make himself less noticeable.
The moment he heard "Black Mountain Immortal Prison" and "Nascent Soul True Lord," he lost all desire to participate.
No matter how generous the reward, he only hoped True Lord Qingshui would not choose him.
After all, Liu Yu was only a little over two hundred years old. Compared with a Golden Core cultivator's maximum lifespan of eight hundred years, he still had plenty of time to prepare to form his Nascent Soul. There was no need whatsoever to take this risk.
Besides, his lifesaving measures were still rather limited, insufficient to support such a venture.
"Guo Poyun." "Liao Yunxi."
After a brief silence, True Lord Qingshui slowly spoke, choosing the cultivators who would participate in the mission.
As their names were called, cultivators stepped out from the crowd one after another, selected for this mission.
Their expressions varied-excitement, unease, bewilderment.
But whatever they felt, once True Lord Qingshui personally selected them, there was no turning back.
Listening to the movements around him, Liu Yu remained motionless, his expression unchanged. He reduced his presence to the bare minimum, hoping only that he would not be chosen.
But Heaven refused to grant his wish. The next moment, he felt a gaze from above settle on him.
Then True Lord Qingshui's voice rang out, unhurried and measured.
"Ancient City."
The world is ever-changing and impossible to predict.
Liu Yu sighed inwardly, but let nothing show on his face. He could only cup his hands and step out from the crowd.
In the Cultivation World, one's actions were not always one's own. Even standing at the Golden Core