The Desolate Fire Sparrow had broken through.
Li Ping had no intention of lingering in the Western Wasteland any longer.
The Western Wasteland was about to descend into chaos, and as the saying went, troubled times bred heroes, while muddy waters made for easy fishing.
He was a Core Formation Cultivator himself, possessed a Third-Tier Puppet, and now his spirit beast, the Desolate Fire Sparrow, had also reached the third tier.
With such strength, he had no need to shy away from the coming upheaval. By actively joining the fray, he might even stir up a storm and carve out a grand dominion.
But Li Ping had no passion for power. His heart was set on pursuing the Dao, and building a faction held no interest for him.
Besides, the Western Wastes Cultivation World had no resources worth fighting over.
Thus, he could not be bothered to involve himself in the war between the Defender Alliance and the Four Demonic Sects.
He was heading to Great Zhou to pursue immortality.
Of course, before leaving for Great Zhou, he had one more thing to do: kill Red Thunder Old Monster and Old Devil Wu, the two men who had sought to harm him.
So much time had passed since he last left Donghua Mountain that even if Red Thunder Old Monster was still alive, he should have been old and decrepit by now, hoping only to refine a few more Talisman Treasures to leave to his descendants.
Li Ping looked forward to seeing him again.
On the spirit island in the Cold Pool, Li Ping put away his spirit beast and all his other belongings.
Then he smiled at Meng Wanjun. "Let's go!"
"Yes, young master!" A trace of reluctance lingered in Meng Wanjun's eyes.
Having spent eight years alone