"What did you learn?"
At those words, half teasing and half testing, Jiang Sheng recalled every moment of his battle with the four Divine Lords. At first, the fight had seemed evenly matched. In the end, they had struck him straight down into the Netherworld.
After a moment's thought, Jiang Sheng said, "Though we wielded the same powers of Wind Thunder and Water Fire, I was always a step slower than the four Divine Lords, whether in channeling my power or reading their attacks."
"The four Divine Lords could connect with the power of the Great Dao and summon the force of heaven and earth. Compared with them, I fell short in many ways."
The figure nodded. "It seems True Lord Lingyuan is still clearheaded. Your brain hasn't been knocked out of order."
Jiang Sheng paused, then gave a bitter smile. "It was out of order at first. After the lesson the four Divine Lords gave me, I'm much clearerheaded now."
The figure sounded curious. "Oh? How so? Do tell, True Lord."
Jiang Sheng struggled to sit cross-legged. He had not noticed it before, but now that his body was broken, he realized just how reckless he had become.
When had he grown so reckless—or so arrogant?
He could not help searching his own heart. Since reaching Void Refinement, his path had seemed full of bumps and ditches, yet he had never suffered any great setback. Whatever he set out to do had gone his way, and in battle, victory had followed victory.
As though the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds were his to roam at will.
Was that really true?
If it were, how had he ended up like this?
Looking within, Jiang Sheng saw his shattered dantian and dried-up sea of consciousness. Flesh was falling apart across his