The three talked of past and present as they boarded the ship bound for the New Continent.
They made detailed plans for the future, talking at great length.
A month later.
They stumbled off the ship, dizzy and disoriented, and set foot on the New Continent.
This continent lay far from the Qin Kingdom and still had no official name.
Before coming, the three had researched their options thoroughly and finally chosen this continent.
Hundreds of sects, large and small, along with several mercenary groups, were locked in bitter battles over ownership of the New Continent.
They fought solely with their individual abilities. None of them had firearms; the Qin Kingdom kept those under strict control.
The largest local sect was called the Bright Moon Sect. It had eighteen thousand disciples, and its sect master was at the first grade of the Golden Core Realm, making him the highest-ranked cultivator on the continent.
The three were in no hurry. Following the approach they had agreed upon, they began quietly building their strength while keeping their heads down.
Five years later.
A force called the Han River Sect took root on the New Continent. It swallowed one small sect after another, gradually making a name for itself.
Rumor had it that the sect had never lost since its debut, and its benefits were every bit as generous as those of the Bright Moon Sect.
But its entry requirements were reportedly high. It only accepted geniuses or disciples with exceptional abilities in a particular field.
It had no permanent headquarters, either. Rather than a sect, it seemed more like a mercenary group.
"Ah, which Star War is this now?" Liu Ji asked, watching Xiang Yu train like a madman with a look of helplessness.
"The twenty-third. It'll be at least another hundred