Ten Thousand Victories

In the blink of an eye.

Another three years passed.

The Immortal Cultivation World shifted like storm clouds, with talents emerging in endless succession. Lu Yang's name gradually became a legend among Demonic Cultivators; some even built altars for him and worshipped him as a demon god.

After all, the mainstream of the Immortal Cultivation World was still dominated by righteous sects.

Or rather, even if demonic sects had once existed, they would eventually whitewash themselves into righteous sects.

For tens of thousands of years, it had always been so.

Demonic-path cultivators who were independent cultivators without any background, like Lu Yang, were exceedingly rare—let alone ones who had died.

Before death, perhaps many Demonic Cultivators had cursed him.

But once a person died, their reputation instead became exceptionally good.

Of course.

None of this was anything Li Rui needed to concern himself with anymore.

"Evergreen, have you heard? Ji Fan of the Ji Clan and Ye Yuan from Southern Zhengyang Province both obtained fortune-suppressing treasures in the Ascension Platform and advanced to True Lords together."

"Only Fu Fengyang is a pity. Single-mindedly seeking empty attainment, he instead drew a Dao Demon upon himself. His body died and his Dao dissipated."

Liu Qing sighed ruefully.

Such was cultivation.

One misstep, and even a Dao Lord could not withstand it.

The prodigies from their previous lives on the Human Rankings and Earth Rankings might appear incomparably dazzling, but in the end, if half of them could reach True Lord or Dao Lord, that would already count as an exceptionally good era.

Thus, in the eyes of True Lords and Dao Lords, no matter how gifted one was, only after breaking through a realm could one be considered a fellow Daoist.

If they stalled or died, then everything was over.

No one