The matter of ascension was settled, and the celebration was to be organized by the Heaven Patching Sect Leader.
Zhou Yi looked towards the several Human Immortals and Demon Saints, smiling as he said, "Poor Dao has broken through as a Human Immortal, becoming a rare match in this world. Why not engage in a friendly combat before my ascension?"
Before becoming a Human Immortal, Zhou Yi vigorously studied divine skills and magic techniques, yet he rarely engaged in combative sparring.
After becoming a Human Immortal, Zhou Yi suddenly looked back and realized that there were hardly any opponents left in the world. Those who would ascend would do so, while those meant to pass away would meet their end. Without strife or struggle, he had become an unparalleled existence in this realm.
After sixteen thousand years of arduous cultivation, he had yet to even test his skills, and suddenly felt as though he had wasted his time for nothing!
"Good, good, good!"
