The Immortal River

"You can't go back on your word just because I won!" Kenny Lin said worriedly. This wasn't just a small victory for him—it was his hard-earned opportunity for dual cultivation.

"Let's head up there first," Amalia said, grabbing his arm as the two of them flew upward.

Upon entering this space, the intense gravity that had been pressing down on them outside vanished entirely.

Once they were in midair, they looked back and saw disciples from various sects still struggling to traverse the gravity-laden plaza below.

Temujin Lei, having expended his energy recklessly earlier, was now out of strength and being overtaken one after another by the other talented disciples.

"It really does feel like standing above all the mountains," Amalia remarked, her gaze fixed on the structures ahead of the plaza—the Heavenly Hall from which they had emerged.