South, Hidden Sword Manor.
"The good times are coming..."
Lü Yang's Immortal Spirit Body was currently gazing into the distance, feeling the explosive bursts of Qi traces from all directions. Chong Guang's actions were like lighting a powder keg!
Under the watchful eyes of the Perfected Lords, nearly all Foundation-Stage Cultivators were shackled. This was especially true for the Great Truemen at Foundation Establishment Perfection, who were constantly monitored by every Perfected Lord in the world. A single move could affect the entire situation. How many truly had the chance to seek the Gold? In the end, they were nothing more than useful pawns.
They were even less free than a Great Trueman in the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment!
But things were different now.
"...Sixty years without a Perfected Lord. It might not seem long, but even for a Great Trueman in the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment, that's more than enough time."
