"Exhausted... I'm fucking exhausted."
"I'm seriously exhausted. This Thousand Mountains Formation was far too hard to get through."
"It really isn't easy to hear a Saint preach even once."
Before the Saint's palace, nearly half of the five thousand people lay on the ground, utterly exhausted.
Even Heavenly Prides and Young Emperors like Gu Changge and Ao Cang were panting slightly, clearly having expended considerable stamina and spiritual power.
"Lan Yu, are you all right?" Chu Kuangren looked at Lan Yu beside him. She had expended quite a lot as well, and a thin sheen of sweat covered her forehead.
"I'm fine."
"Big brother, you're amazing."
Just then, the young Daoist boy walked up to Chu Kuangren and said, "Your cultivation is about the same as theirs, but you aren't tired at all."
He pointed at Ao Cang, Lin Batian, and the other Heavenly Prides not far away.
Their faces darkened.
You little brat. Knowing it was one thing, but did you have to say it out loud?
"Perhaps they're just rather weak."
Chu Kuangren smiled faintly. Although they were in the same cultivation realm, their foundations were worlds apart. Ao Cang and the others could not compare to him at all.
Their expressions grew even uglier at his words, and they all cursed inwardly. You're the weak one! Your whole family is weak!
After resting for a while, everyone looked toward the palace before them. It was magnificent, and beneath it was a staircase that seemed built from white jade. Their excitement gradually rose.
"Is this where the Saint will preach?"
"The Saint is inside, right? Let's hurry in and grab a good spot."
"That's right. Let's go."
Some cultivators could not contain their excitement and hurried onto the stairs. Yet after just a few steps, they stopped in