He Xiuyuan had not been having a very good time in the sect lately.
Moreover, He Xiuyuan truly felt that his current position was rather awkward.
Originally, when everyone called him the threshold, he had refused to accept it.
But later, Old He discovered that they seemed to be right.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not clear Nightmare difficulty.
He really could not beat those geniuses holding their ground at Nightmare difficulty.
But he could basically crush everyone on Hard difficulty.
Old He was very troubled now.
"Is there really no possibility of a breakthrough at all?"
Old He had now lowered his expectations for himself, too.
Originally, he had felt that he needed to shake off the label of useless trash. Now, he wanted to shake off the label of threshold.
Whoever wanted to be the threshold could go ahead. It just could not be him.
To that end, Old He had been working very hard lately.
But after putting in some effort, that was all it amounted to.
Old He discovered that, relying purely on his own cultivation, he really did seem unable to compete with those geniuses.
The harder he worked, the more deeply Old He understood the helplessness of being the threshold.
Still, Old He felt that he had a chance.
At least by following Ying Huaixu, he could create countless possibilities.
The Cold Pool Secret Realm was about to open anyway, so there was no need to rush right now.
With that time, he might as well relax, adjust his condition, and give some serious thought to how he would handle the upcoming Cold Pool Secret Realm.
But when Old He saw the disciples selected to enter the secret realm, his face turned deathly pale.
Their equipment was a little too lavish.