Zhang Ting and Qin Tian were afraid that they would lose sight of Lin Yun. They were quick, but they were tired to the point that they were gasping for air at this moment. This made them feel incredible. After all, they had reached the Elysium Core Realm, but they couldn’t even catch up to Lin Yun’s speed.

“Lin Yun, you should’ve previously been in seclusion, right?” Qin Tian asked.

“Yeah,” replied Lin Yun.

“Then, I bet you don’t know about Flower Burial. His information has been spreading like wildfire lately, and everyone on the Profound Wither Island knows about him. He’s too terrifying. He snatched a Dragon Saint Pellet and Quasi-Saint Origin from the hands of the Emerald Jade Manor, Heavenly Blade Pavilion, and the Thunder Sect.” Qin Tian briefly paused before he continued, “Many people even suspect that Flower Burial might be the champion of the Ninth Heavenly Path. There are rumors that he was someone who slew five Realm Sons on the Heavenly Path!”

Lin Yun was silent and didn’t interject Qin Tian’s conversation.

“There are people who say that he died in the hands of the Nether Divinity...