Chen Haotian stood upon the ruined battlefield, his expression stern, though a trace of complex emotion flickered deep within his eyes. His recent conversation with Liu Fenghua had left him under considerable pressure. Although he had turned down Liu Fenghua's invitation, a subtle sense of unease was quietly taking root in the depths of his heart. He knew that the path of immortal cultivation was by no means easy, and facing those forces lurking in the shadows, he might struggle to cope on his own strength alone. Even so, Chen Haotian still chose not to attach himself to any faction. His choice remained his own path, his own power.
"The Heavenly Dao Society..." Chen Haotian muttered to himself, his gaze cold. "They may be a powerful presence in the cultivation world, but I have no reason to rely on anyone."
He looked around. The ruins of the battlefield were gradually returning to peace. The death of the robed man in black seemed to have carried away all the dark forces here, and the surrounding air grew fresh, as if everything was recovering in a brief moment of tranquility. Yet he knew this was not the end, but rather the beginning of another storm.
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