"It seems Corpse-Ghost True Lord was unlucky. He tried to pat the horse's back and struck its leg instead."
Zhao Caixuan's expression remained unchanged, but a thin sheen of sweat seeped out across her back.
Her situation was slightly better than Corpse-Ghost True Lord's, but not by much.
That remained true even though she had successfully completed the True Venerable's task, bringing prodigies whose talents and aptitudes stood at the very pinnacle of the Earth Evolution Realm into the Blazing Sun Ruins. All beneath Spirit Transformation were straw dogs.
In a Spirit Transformation Venerable's eyes, a Nascent Soul Perfection True Lord like her was no different from an ant, easily extinguished with a casual gesture.
Fortunately, risk and opportunity went hand in hand.
Only with the True Venerable's guidance and the Grand Void Formation Sect's natural treasures had she advanced from the Nascent Soul Late Stage to Nascent Soul Perfection in such a short time, leaving her just one step from Spirit Transformation.
But she had paid a terrible price for it. Her life and death were no longer hers to command, and she could only obey Blazing Sun True Venerable's decrees.
There's nothing I can do. This is fate!
Zhao Caixuan sighed inwardly, glancing at Chen Zi'ang beside her from the corner of her eye.
She thought highly of Chen Zi'ang's potential, even believing that he could lead the Mirror Moon Sect to unite the Earth Evolution Realm's Five Great Sects and restore some measure of the ancient great sect, the Taiyi Dao Sect's, former might.
Yet the victor became king and the loser a bandit. Such had always been the way of the Southern Wasteland Cultivation World.
No matter how great Chen Zi'ang's talent and potential, no matter his prospects of reaching Spirit Transformation, he was still only