Having figured out the whole story, I didn't have any good solutions. Besides, going to the central area right now seemed impossible; that group of people was heading back from the center, seemingly just to hunt me down.
Retreating was out of the question. If I really backed out now, my dao-seeking heart would honestly be shattered. High-tier cultivators oppressing me was something I couldn't beat, but I could completely chalk it up to them having cultivated longer and reached a higher realm. However, among my peers, I ought to charge forward fearlessly.
With my conviction strengthened, it felt as though my strength had increased a fraction. I made up my mind: since those people were asking for a death wish, I would paint the mountains and seas with their corpses. Otherwise, everyone in the Cultivation World would know I was weak and a pushover, and that simply wouldn't do. If I truly couldn't beat them, I still had my Wings of Flight, so escaping shouldn't be a problem. As long as I wasn't trapped in a formation, breaking through was entirely doable, not to mention that I possessed the natal sword talismans of two great sword cultivators on my person.
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