Because a certain monk had pressed ahead without looking back, the True Disciples finally rediscovered themselves. This made Tan Xiao, Yan Baiyi, Wei Gu, and the others think considerably more highly of the monk.
Leaving everything else aside, that temperament alone deserved a brighter future. Cultivation was a long process; what could the present decide? Whoever walked farthest would have the last laugh. The monk was indeed quite ordinary now, but who dared say his future would be ordinary too?
Nearly every True Disciple who followed brought their specialties fully into play, because their opponent was a peculiar sort of stationary cannon. He always waited for others to strike first, then looked for an opportunity to defeat them.
This approach was a poor match for his lineage of ancient martial arts and body cultivation. Something about it always felt strange.
But no one regarded him as a pure body cultivator anymore, because this good man had displayed considerable mastery of the five elements in battle, and he had quite a few tricks and tools on him too.
Some wore him down with magical power, some deployed barriers to trap him, and others met him head-on in close combat. If this good man was the benchmark for a Constellation True Disciple, everyone wanted to discover how far they fell short of him.
With battles fought this way, their duration often defied expectations. How long they lasted bore no direct relation to the True Disciples' strength; it depended entirely on when the good man found a flaw in his opponent.
But these True Disciples were ultimately somewhat lacking in strength. Across the entire order of appearances, the two ends were strong and the middle weak: first came the peril posed by Wei Gu, Yan Baiyi, and Tan Xiao, while the end would