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As night fell, Wen Shiren glanced back at the vast expanse of the Gobi Desert. He had set out from Giant Hero Pass at noon, passing through Liuchuan Fortress, and was now urging his horse towards the Dongyi checkpoint. The previous guardian of this border, who was somewhat renowned in the Earth Ranking, had been a figure of some significance during the Divine Period—Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. It was not particularly wise for him to seek passage here, especially as he was at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul. However, Wen Shiren did not let the situation become awkward; after exchanging a few pointers, he continued on his way. Although he was merely competing for the top spot in the third tier, it seemed that only the original guardian of this divine realm could truly prevent anyone from crossing. Others would have to face the terrifying Divine Cultivators, who were like ants in comparison. That much he did not deny.
What surprised Wen Shiren was that Liu Liu and Xun Yu had followed closely behind him. Although Xun Yu claimed to be a disciple of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, he was likely the only one from that sect present. The identity of being part of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion sometimes held little weight; mentioning it could even provoke retaliation from enemies.
The three took a brief rest before continuing their journey, discussing their thoughts on the ongoing Sky East Tournament.
In this Divine Period, many notable Loose Cultivators remained: Night Emperor, Guo Jia, Zhang Chunlin. Aside from those eliminated like Treasure Pavilion's Che Qiangxuan and Jade Void Sect's Huang Chong, there were also formidable figures such as Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, from their own academy, Xiao Zhang from another sect, and Zheng Chenglin from Moon River Sect. It seemed Tianzhu Temple had not sent any High Leg cultivators to participate. Ying Zhan was notoriously strong and unreasonable; there were rumors about a blind person suspected to be Ye Youluo from Ninth Underworld. There were also known geniuses like Sima Wuduan among other first-rate sects, yet none appeared to be present among them. As for those smaller sects? They were even less likely to have any divine-level talents. So how many representatives could their Academy of Rising Clouds send?
Liu Liu stood close to Wen Shiren, counting on her fingers and trying to tally the remaining Divine Cultivators in this Sky East Tournament. She asked something rather puzzling that startled Wen Shiren, whose eyes gleamed with envy at Liu Liu's enthusiasm. Dao Shen Yu beside them broke into a sweat from embarrassment.
He had no idea that while Night Emperor might not be certain, he was definitely much stronger than those two Loose Cultivators remaining. Wen Shiren felt inexplicably drawn into this thought.
"Hmph," Liu Liu scoffed with her arms crossed. "Stingy! Even Yi Dong can't compare."
It seemed that Brother Wen's heart was not as unyielding as he pretended; otherwise, how could he fear her so much?
Wen Shiren twitched his lips at the thought of his senior sister's usual demeanor and found himself momentarily at a loss for words to retort, which only made Dao Shen Yu laugh even harder.
In truth, the elimination of Hong Yulong must have been premeditated. As one of the strongest competitors in the second tier, it required collaboration with that mysterious Divine Cultivator to ensure his removal. If he wasn't mistaken, Zhou Chun from Jade Void Sect had likely made arrangements beforehand as well; it truly showed how serious they were about this competition. At such a critical juncture, Wu Lei from Treasure Pavilion probably hadn’t anticipated such a move either—one couldn’t help but admire those capable of such strategic planning. Moreover, if he guessed correctly, someone must have been preparing in secret for quite some time.
Wen Shiren raised an eyebrow; he had underestimated that disciple from Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion. Despite having only Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivation, just by engaging briefly with Zhou Chun during their battle, he could deduce so much and lay out plans—he must have been quite skilled.
"Brother Wen," Dao Shen Yu interjected curiously. "Who could be so determined to eliminate Hong Yulong early on? Is it Ninth Underworld? I don't deny it seems plausible." If Ye Youluo was orchestrating things behind the scenes, he believed he could rally forces with cultivators from World of Mortals. But if it wasn’t Ye Youluo’s doing... then who else could possibly align with a Nine Nether Cultivator? It baffled him to think someone would do so without clear motives or benefits involved.
Light, however, was not as I had said; due to the greater good, it was impossible to ally with the Nine Nether Cultivator. Why was it that Bu Luo, the one who initially received the reward, had to seek the approval of the person representing Light? Why could they not seek out someone from the Ninth Underworld?
Wen Shiren's words left Xun Yu deep in thought, while Liu Liu beside him was confused and could hardly understand what Minghong and the others were discussing. Whether it was about Light or the Ninth Underworld, it seemed irrelevant to her. All she needed to do was focus on performing her best in the Sky East Tournament. As for rewards and rankings, she didn’t want to think about them. Given her strength, if she could make it to the Third Realm, that would be enough; what more could she ask for?
In fact, most cultivators who came to Cangtian East Duel shared Liu Liu's mindset. After all, many knew their own limitations. Coming to Tiandong City and Bu Luo was merely for experience; at least they could say they had been there, participated, and seen it all. Challenging themselves against Yi Dong was a true test. Only those disciples from Super Sects were genuinely aiming for rankings, shouldering the reputation of their Sect as if it were everything to them—unlike Wen Shiren, who felt compelled to come.
What did unity truly mean? Heritage, faith, Sect? Perhaps many people would spend their entire lives pondering this without ever understanding it. He too struggled with this question. Wen Shiren drew a circle on the ground with his finger and then pondered whether those within that circle had ever considered if what they were doing held any real significance.
But who could know?
Xun Yu gazed up at the starry sky above him. At that moment, he suddenly felt that even Wen Shiren, who could be considered a strong figure among Nascent Soul Cultivators, perhaps bore a responsibility similar to his own—a heavy burden called responsibility resting upon his shoulders.
How many rounds had it been?
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