"Damn!"
"How did you recognize me so easily?"
Previously, Chen Tian had only appeared before Chen Chang'an in written form. This was the first time he had left behind a trace of his soul consciousness.
"Stop pretending!"
"Keep acting. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize you? Wasn’t this part of your plan?"
"What’s with the fake surprise?" Chen Chang'an said irritably.
"Hahaha, as expected, I can’t fool you."
"But I really do want to know—how did you recognize me at a glance?"
"Don’t expect me to know. I’m just a wisp of soul consciousness left behind by my original self. I have no knowledge of anything that happened afterward, including his thoughts."
"So, I only remember that you would recognize me, but how you did it—I have no recollection."
Hearing Chen Tian’s words, Chen Chang'an sneered. "That sleazy aura of yours—how could I miss it?"
"Oh? So, you were drawn in by my unique charm?"
"Are you perhaps envious of this kind of charisma?" Chen Tian asked with a grin.
"Get lost!"
"I don’t have the patience for your nonsense."
"Tell me, why did you leave a trace of your soul consciousness here?"
"You didn’t wait for me just to chat, did you?"
"Wait—you’re on the ninety-ninth floor. Does that mean to clear this stage, I have to defeat you?" Chen Chang'an frowned.
"No, no, no. You’ve already cleared it."
"I’m not the guardian of the ninety-ninth floor."
"I only appear when you arrive here."
"I’ve been waiting to tell you something."
Already cleared?
Does that mean he’s now ranked first on the Heavenly Pride Leaderboard?
Just as Chen Chang'an was thinking this, chaos had already erupted outside.
The change in the top rank of the Heavenly Pride Leaderboard sent shockwaves through the Ten Great Heavenly Pride Cities.
The reaction in Liuyun Domain was relatively mild—though it was still unbelievable, people had somewhat anticipated it.
But the other nine Heavenly Pride Cities were in an uproar. Everyone was intensely curious about this "Chen Chang'an," and investigations had already begun to determine where exactly he had participated in the rankings.
The outside world was in turmoil, but Chen Chang'an had more pressing concerns.
No wonder Lu Xiaoyun had told him to participate in the Heavenly Pride Rankings in Liuyun Domain. He had thought Chen Tian left behind a fragment of the Laws here, but instead, it was just a wisp of his soul consciousness.
"If you have something to say, then say it!"
Seeing Chen Tian remain silent, Chen Chang'an glared at him impatiently.
"I forgot!"
Damn!
Are you even listening to yourself?
You forgot?
What the hell are you even doing here?
How could you forget something like this?
"Are you messing with me?"
"Is this something you can just forget?"
"You’re not senile—you’re just a soul consciousness. How could you forget?" Chen Chang'an said, his frown deepening.
"Maybe it’s been too long."
"If you hadn’t shown up soon, I might have disappeared completely."
"Oh, right! I remember one thing—don’t leave Liuyun Domain until your cultivation breaks through to the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm."
"And also, there’s only one Law Fragment in Liuyun Domain."
"Hmm… that’s all I remember. The rest—I forgot!"
Hearing this, Chen Chang'an was utterly exasperated.
Weren’t you supposed to be infallibly shrewd? Didn’t you know everything?
Didn’t it occur to you that the soul consciousness you left behind might end up like this?
"How much did you forget?"
"Not much, but… it seems important."
So, the most crucial things were forgotten, and only the trivial ones remained?
"Are you sure you forgot, or are you just messing with me?" Chen Chang'an stared at Chen Tian, searching for any hint of deception.
"I really did forget."
"Ah, miscalculated."
"Fine. If that’s the case, I won’t ask anything else."
"But before you go—come here. Let me beat you up."
"Damn it, I’ve wanted to punch you for ages!"
With that, Chen Chang'an lunged at Chen Tian’s soul consciousness.
Seeing Chen Chang'an attack, Chen Tian could only shake his head helplessly before vanishing without a trace.
"Don’t waste your energy. Did you really think I wouldn’t anticipate this?"
"See you around!"
Only these words echoed in the ninety-ninth floor as Chen Tian’s soul consciousness disappeared completely.
Coming and going as he pleased—how the hell did that bastard manage that?
"I never expected Liuyun Domain to have only one Law Fragment."
"But why did he insist I reach the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm before leaving?"
"Is there danger outside?"
Chen Chang'an couldn’t make sense of it. Given his current strength, he was far from being a top-tier powerhouse, but he shouldn’t face any real threats either.
Something felt off. Chen Tian wouldn’t have left his soul consciousness here just to say these two trivial things. If that were the case, a letter would’ve sufficed.
Forgot?
Did he really forget?
Chen Chang'an couldn’t figure it out, but the situation was definitely abnormal.
"Whatever. I’ll deal with it later."
Shaking his head, Chen Chang'an decided not to dwell on it. The path would reveal itself in time.
The moment he stepped out of the Heavenly Pride Tower, a deafening roar of cheers erupted.
First place!
Top rank on the Heavenly Pride Leaderboard!
And this first rank had emerged from Liuyun Domain—an incomparable honor. Every person from Liuyun Domain felt an overwhelming sense of pride.
Even the elders of the Wuji Sect, despite having lost their bet, couldn’t bring themselves to feel displeased.
Chen Chang'an’s victory was what truly mattered.
"Strange. I lost the bet, but I’m actually happy about it."
"Hahaha, what can we do? We ran into a monster like him."
"Clearing all ninety-nine floors in less than an hour—that record might never be broken."
"How many freaks like him can there be? Even Ye Beixuan, hailed as the greatest prodigy, took three hours."
"In the future, the world will belong to Chen Chang'an."
Under the crowd’s awed and admiring gazes, Chen Chang'an walked forward and grinned.
"Alright, everyone. Time to fulfill your promises."
"I’m planning to… go into seclusion!"
Promises?
Oh, right—the resources. That was easy.
"No problem. Where do you plan to seclude yourself?"
"Breaking through to the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm shouldn’t take much. The resources we have on hand should be enough."
"Huh? Why are you shaking your head?"
"Are you underestimating us?"
"The resources we control aren’t that meager!"
"Come on, everyone—show him what we’ve got!"

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