To the cultivators down below, Meng Hao turning and heading further up into the sky made their impression of him grow even greater. As for the Chosen up in the sky with him, the increasing distance between him and them seemed to represent the vast difference in their levels, a difference that only continued to increase.
Profound sensations of utter defeat and powerlessness appeared in their hearts.
Fan Dong'er watched silently, even defiantly. After a long moment, her eyes glittered.
"He has his road, and I have my path. His road and my path might have different ends, but… the journey is the most important part!"
Zhou Xin's eyes widened as he looked at Meng Hao. He felt incredible pressure that, for some reason, made catching up to Meng Hao become his new primary goal.
