The spear-wielding youth died with his eyes wide open.
He could not understand it. He lived in the true Immortal World and practiced cultivation methods at the very forefront of the era.
Yet a country bumpkin had killed him with ease.
What rankled was that even in death, he did not know how his opponent had killed him.
What rankled even more was that-the move his opponent had used to kill him was actually weaker than the one he had used to kill a Madmen cannon fodder.
Humiliation!
An utter, monstrous humiliation!
"If this fucking gets back to the Heavenly World, won't they laugh themselves to death at me? My ancestors will be so furious they'll throw open their graves and weep at the moon!"
"I wonder whether the experts coming after me can kill Wang Quan?"
"I hope they get cut down too!"
"Only then will I look less useless!"
The spear-wielding youth stared with unblinking eyes, determined to watch the others fall.
Meanwhile, after hanging his opponent's head at his waist, Wang Quan stood where he was and waited silently.
After killing the spear-wielding youth, he had searched the youth's memories and learned that more experts were coming.
So he would wait.
However, before the experts from the Heavenly World arrived, a change came over the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust.
The Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust writhed, absorbed something, then sprouted a flagpole with a soft pop.
A banner fluttered atop the pole, bearing the words-Ten Thousand Eras.
With the flagpole's birth, his Dao Seal changed, and information appeared under the traits section:
[Ten Thousand Eras: Legends of you appear indistinctly throughout ten thousand eras before and after.] [Whichever era you descend into, that era's suppression of you is somewhat reduced.]
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