"Yuhua, I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you!"
On the celestial boat leading the way, Wang Biao was no longer the rugged man he used to be.
To outsiders, he was a highly respected figure, ranking among the top fifty of the Celestial Immortals.
But only he knows what price he paid to get to where he is today.
He had exhausted all his talent by cultivating from humble beginnings to the ninth level of the Celestial Immortal realm.
Unlike the Yanshan Old Demon, who was once a prodigy and whose progress was halted by a broken Dao heart, he was genuinely blocked by the hurdle of becoming a Golden Immortal.
In the outside world, with his cultivation level, he wouldn't be able to earn enough resources to break through to the Golden Immortal realm, let alone provide a future for the person he loves.
No woman in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion has ever married a celestial being.
The oath these women took upon entering the sect was to become Golden Immortals.
This is why Wang Biao always felt guilty towards his beloved.
How many millennia does one have in a lifetime? Why waste them on yourself?
What woman in the world doesn't wish for her beloved to be a peerless hero?
He not only couldn't give her happiness, but he also embarrassed her in front of him. How could he not feel guilty?
"It's alright, everything will be fine once you become a Golden Immortal."
Yu Hua comforted her gently, but a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes as she looked into the distance.
Baihuage has never been a charitable organization, and Wang Biao's potential is already fully realized.
Even if one becomes a Golden Immortal, the future is still uncertain, so how could one possibly catch the eye of the Pavilion Master?
As for the idea that everything will be alright, that's just a comforting statement.
However, the fact that Wang Biao was able to board the Black Dragon Clan's ship and wouldn't encounter any mishaps is probably one of the few pieces of good news.
"Hehe, I'll come to Hundred Flowers Pavilion to propose marriage once I become a Golden Immortal!"
Wang Biao grinned.
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"The 108 heroes of Liangshan dared to change the world."
Where did you first hear this story?
Back on the Immortal Ship, Li Fan voiced his questions.
"Are you perhaps also interested in this story?"
Ao Yao looked at Li Fan with a surprised expression.
Judging from both the legends of the Zhou Tian Realm and Li Fan's current behavior, he doesn't seem like someone who would be interested in reading this novel.
Why would I be interested in this matter itself?
"What interests me is not the story itself, but the world that this story has created."
Li Fan said calmly, "That place is very likely where I came from?"
Where did you come from?
Ao Yao stared wide-eyed at Li Fan, memories of Li Fan flooding back.
Before the Heavenly Battlefield appeared, Li Fan had indeed conquered the entire Great Zhou Dynasty in just one year.
Before that, there was no such person in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
He had initially thought Li Fan was a spy cultivated by the Emperor and Chen Kui, but now it seemed that the secrets involved were much deeper than he had imagined.
"I forgot where I saw it!"
After pondering for a long time, Ao Yao shook his head with a wry smile. "I have a very bad habit: I only read a book once, write down the interesting parts, and completely forget about the boring parts."
"Okay, tell me when you remember!"
We can't rush things about going back.
Li Fan suppressed his distracting thoughts and entered the Boundless Cultivation Realm once again.
Ao Yao was already used to his sudden silence.
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The Flower Realm truly lives up to its name.
Whether in hot places or glaciers and snow-capped mountains, all kinds of flowers grow.
The most peculiar thing is not these flowers, but the cities of this world.
There is no majestic city, no thick city walls.
It's less a city and more a sea of flowers.
Various flower buds form unique flower chambers.
In a certain country amidst a sea of flowers, all kinds of roses grow.
In the center of the sea of flowers, a huge greenhouse has already been filled with all kinds of jars.
Through the gaps in the jar, you can see the golden color inside.
In addition, a rich aroma wafts out.
A group of handsome men and beautiful women had already gathered in the open space in the center of the greenhouse.
If it weren't for the tiny, shimmering wings on their backs, they would be almost indistinguishable from humans.
The Forest Elves are native creatures of the Flower Realm.
They are natural gardeners, but they are only gardeners.
They are as fragile as ants in the face of immortal sects.
The celestial ships flying across the sky appeared to them like shooting stars.
Among this group of handsome men and beautiful women, one person stands out the most.
She wore a bright red rose dress, her alluring curves subtly revealed, sparking the imagination.
But her face was pure and untainted, possessing a holy purity like that of an iceberg snow lotus.
Even within the entire forest elf race, she is considered one of the top tiers.
"Your Majesty, are you really determined to go?"
A timid question came from inside the greenhouse.
The Kingdom of Roses is more like an ethnic group than a kingdom.
The sea of roses is their birthplace, but also the final resting place for the vast majority of them.
They were born here, grew up here, and naturally consider themselves to belong here.
Leaving their homeland was completely outside their comprehension, since they had plenty to eat and drink and lacked nothing.
"We need to see the outside world eventually!"
The woman in the red dress looked up at the sky, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.
The rose family is but a drop in the ocean of a kingdom of flowers.
Although they are native creatures, they are completely inconspicuous.
They were so weak that the Hundred Flowers Pavilion controlled the world effortlessly, and no one even thought of resisting.
No one cares how big the outside world is.
But she was different; she had seen only the tip of the iceberg of the outside world.
Her childhood rebellion led her to wander out of a sea of roses.
Not long after leaving the sea of flowers, she saw a waterfall that looked like a celestial river cascading down and stars that seemed to have fallen from the sky.
What seemed like an insurmountable chasm to her appeared as mere dust before the falling star.
If it weren't for someone emerging from the falling star to protect her, she would have died long ago under that immense divine might.
Terrified, she didn't know how she got home. Not long after, she heard that the neighboring Narcissus tribe had moved away in search of a new settlement.
The reason is that their water source, on which they depend for survival, has disappeared!
Only she knew the reason.
Those shooting stars that streak across the sky are inhabited by high-ranking gods.
They possess the power to move mountains and fill seas, and can easily annihilate any forest elf kingdom.
Originally, she had buried this matter deep in her heart.
The fear of power outweighs the pursuit of power.
But the number of meteors she recently observed streaking across the sky made her feel uneasy.
There were far too many gods appearing.
The total number of cases recorded by the Rose Clan over thousands of years is less than one-tenth of what has happened recently.
And this number continues to grow.
She didn't know what had happened, but the vague sense of crisis grew stronger.
If they don't venture out, the Rose Clan may very well face the same predicament as the Narcissus Clan... or even worse!
After all, it was just a meteor falling to earth back then. Who can guarantee that this time it won't be a meteor shower?
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