Luo Chen sighed. He was destined for greater things.
Sima Huiniang had entrusted him with a list of candidates for Foundation Establishnt. Su Xiaolin was only fifty-one years old now, with a promising future on the path of the Great Dao.
As his gaze shifted, a corpse with half of its face destroyed appeared before his eyes.
Bian Zhen.
He had joined the Luo Tian Creed during a period of secluded cultivation in the River Ghost City.
Back then, his cultivation level was already extraordinarily refined, surpassing even Sima Huiniang and Duan Feng.
He attained Qi Refinent Stage Finalization quite quickly.
However, having joined recently, he had not accumulated enough rits.
This delayed his Foundation Establishnt, ranking him after Min Longyu, Duan Feng, and Sima Huiniang.
It took a long struggle to accumulate enough rits, allowing him to attempt Foundation Establishnt alongside Murong Qinglian and Sima Xian.
Yet, he t with failure.
The luck of that group was poor.
None of them succeeded in Foundation Establishnt.
After many years, Bian Zhen only recently managed to succeed in Foundation Establishnt by chance.
"If you had achieved Foundation Establishnt a few years earlier, could you have survived this battle?"
"Or if you had failed again this ti and remained at the Qi Refinent Realm, could you have survived the battle with your extensive combat experience?"
The answers were unknown.
Luo Chen composed himself and looked at the third Foundation Establishnt True Cultivator from the Luo Tian Creed who had died in this battle.
Gui Jiang.
Born in Tianlan Immortal City, he joined the Luo Tian Creed’s External Sect during its first recruitnt of Rogue Cultivators.
He was exceedingly brave.
Not long after joining, he was valued by Sima Xian and recruited into the Combat Hall of that ti.
His luck was also extrely good!
With the aptitude of a Triple Spirit Root, he succeeded at Foundation Establishnt on his first attempt.
Unfortunately, he died a frustrating death in an evenly matched battle before he could truly showcase his talents.
He simply hadn’t had enough ti to adapt to Foundation Establishnt-level combat, nor did he have a suitable Top Grade Magic Tool.
Luo Chen had not t him many tis, and they were not particularly close.
Given this, he could only lant the misfortune.
But when he reached the coffin containing Qin Liangchen’s body, his face involuntarily showed sorrow.
"Big Brother Qin, this ti, you just couldn’t make it through!"
mories of their ti together flashed through his mind.
Qin Liangchen was generous and bold, never stingy in sharing knowledge about Immortal Cultivation, and always extrely honest with his friends.
His journey had been very rough.
Whether it was his initial days of Qi Refinent without any support or trading injuries for survival on the Dao Debate Platform, none were easy hurdles to jump over.
There were also tis like the life-and-death monts when he was surrounded by Nangong Family cultivators in the Green Hemp Forest.
But he had pushed through all that.
Only this ti...
"If you hadn’t gone to support Zhou Yuanli, might you have survived?"
Luo Chen murmured to himself.
His palm continually stroked the thick coffin.
"I’ve seen your son."
"A fine lad, very successful in cultivation, already an inner disciple of the Nascent Soul Ascendant Sect with great prospects to beco a True Disciple."
"If he’s lucky enough to be accepted by a Golden Core Ascendant Master and aims for Core Formation, he has high hopes."
"If you know about this, you’d surely be very comforted and proud!"
In a trance, he almost saw Qin Liangchen standing tall and proud before him.
Speaking eloquently and offering strategies.
Whenever he ntioned his son, Qin Yuanjiang, he always had a proud and hopeful smile on his face.
Although the boy had the slight fault of arrogance typical of clan-raised disciples, he would likely improve after being tempered on the battlefield.
His future was limitless.
He even called him "Uncle Luo."
"Big Brother Qin, rest easy! If one day I attain the way of a Golden Core, I will surely protect him."
"And your wife, I will take good care of her too."
Murming to himself, Luo Chen moved away from the coffin.
He set his eyes on Liu Qiang.
Once his bodyguard, who, along with Zhou Yuanli, had protected him when he was still weak.
He too had attempted Foundation Establishnt, unfortunately only to fail near success.
He once fought alongside Zhou Yuanli, taking on a Ninth Level Qi Refinent Calamity Cultivator from Xuelian District with their Eighth Level Qi Refinent.
This ti, he had chosen again to fight side by side with his brother.
But he tragically died under the sword of a Foundation Establishnt True Cultivator.
His intestines ruptured, not a single good piece of flesh left on his body.
Luo Chen’s gaze did not waver, the grueso corpse seemingly unable to affect him at all.
"Ol Liu, you should have left a descendant."
He murmured.
Luo Chen’s steps were slow and heavy as he walked through this side hall.
The people here were all relatively important figures in the Luo Tian Creed, either high in realm or holding significant positions, hence their bodies were placed here.
In a mark of respect.
Among them, most were those Luo Chen was familiar with or knew.
Xiugu from the Spirit dicine Hall, Zeng Wen’s Dao Companion Cultivator, Wang Yuan’s disciple Zeng Yilong’s mother.
Li Yingjun, the blood sister of Li Yingzhang, Dao Companion Cultivator of Yuan Dongsheng.
Hao Tianye, a rising star of the Combat Hall, previously listed by Sima Huiniang as a candidate for Foundation Establishnt, with potential for future success.
Chi Junran, one of the rare male cultivators of the Golden Hall, eloquent and clever. He stepped forward to protect the female cultivators of the Golden Hall, blocking the enemy and falling in the process. Before this, he had already beco the manager of the Danxia Branch Hall at the Divine Craft Market.
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