One, two, ten... a hundred...
Yan Yourong desperately tried to feel any response but could sense nothing; none of the relics present reacted at all. A cold sneer arose in his heart—was a Waste Immortal Body unwelcome and disliked wherever it went? Even with my current cultivation base, do you still look down on me?
Are you really the ancestors of the Hundred Peaks Sect? Don't I, Yan Yourong, count as a disciple of the Hundred Peaks Sect? So what if I have a Waste Immortal Body? I refuse to accept this! Since Heaven has given me a chance to practice immortal cultivation, even with a Waste Immortal Body, I can still embark on the path to immortality! If even Heaven has left me a sliver of a chance, will you ancestors not give me a single opportunity?
Years of frustration and anger accumulated from the setbacks in his immortal cultivation exploded within Yan Yourong's chest, as the unusual patterns on his dais and the Immortal Bridge within him started to burst forth with light.
