THE FIFTH CONTINENT — NORTH.
"You look powerful, Yang," Chris raised his voice confidently, a wide, genuine smile creeping across his face as he observed the transformed cultivator.
Yang stared down at the Naija youth from above with a wide, triumphant grin spreading across his features.
"Thank you, Chris. Have you finally lost all hope now that I have transcended into the Nascent Realm?" Yang’s voice dropped to a low, powerful echo that reverberated through the air, his dark aura overflowing with newfound strength and dominance.
"No!" Chris met his glare head-on without flinching, his eyes burning with unyielding spirit. "I’m only congratulating you, because it’s too bad no one witnessed your ascension—after you’ve finally achieved such a great feat here." A mocking smile tugged at hi
