Even if we win, it would only be a bitter victory.
However, for lesser sects and families, as well as some surviving rogue cultivators, this is instead a great opportunity.
As long as they seize the opportunity in the coming centuries, they may well achieve greatness, and establish their own sects and ancestors.
This reflection paused as they crossed Ping Mountain Sea and arrived at the once Bikong Domain.
On the flying boat, Hao Ranzi and Yu Jiaolong stood behind Luo Chen, looking down with slight fear.
The world enshrouded by countless sharp Golden Wind Gang Qi!
They had a feeling that even if they were revered as Nascent Soul cultivators, once they entered, they might still face the end of being turned to ashes.
"In the heart of the Human Clan territory, is there such a perilous and absolute land?"
"Is this man-made, or created by nature?"
Luo Chen did not answer their questions, only opened his Red Eyes Golden Pupils, staring fixedly at Bikong Domain.
