The victory of the Vanguard Alliance on Floor 40 didn’t merely set a new course record on the Heavenly Dao Leaderboard Stele. It shattered the final lingering illusion of solitary martial supremacy.
Until that day, many conservative sect elders and arrogant rogue masters had harbored a stubborn belief. That a sufficiently powerful lone genius, armed with supreme training and high-grade flying swords, could still outshine a disciplined five-man team. They believed that coordination was merely a crutch for the weak.
Floor 40 had utterly demolished that delusion.
When eighty million spectators watched Yan Zixuan ride a magnetic vortex like a human cannonball while Han Xue froze a joint in mid-air, Chen Yu ripped apart gravity vectors, Xiao Rou kept an elastic vine lifeline. Liu Tao pierced a core at thirty paces, the truth became undeniable:
Inside the Thousand-Floor Pagoda, single genius was merely tinder. Synergy was the fire.
By the following morning, the northern plaza of the Floating Mountain had transformed once again.
Where isolated sect encampments had once stood behind defensive warding stakes, a sprawling new boulevard of cedar pavilions had sprung up along the eastern concourse. Hung above each entrance were colorful silk banners bearing unfamiliar, never seen before heraldry. Not the clan crests of sovereign families, but the newly registered emblems of multi-sect Cooperative Guilds.
