Lou Yi stood silently to the side, collecting the eight points of newly generated Energy, but there wasn't the slightest joy in his heart.
He had survived, but it was largely due to luck.
What if that elder named Rong had attacked him? What if he had been hit by Magic?
The power of the giant crimson cloud from before was astonishing, leaving him still shaken.
If it had attacked him directly, even with all his trump cards and the Attribute Panel's instant healing, he felt the likelihood of survival was still slim.
One cannot always rely on fortune; ultimately, one's own strength must be formidable.
'Strength, my strength is still too weak.'
'Once I enter the Corpse-Driving Sect, I have to develop well and not act recklessly.'
'The Cultivation Realm is not like the martial arts world; there are too many powerful figures who could easily crush me.'
'Cultivation must proceed, and Martial Arts cannot be abandoned. Both paths must be strong.'
Lou Yi silently made up his mind.
