A Heart of Reverence

Long Yichen felt the icy sword edge against his throat, and his whole body had already gone numb.

The blade's chill spread from his throat throughout his body, leaving him afraid to move. Death was so close to him.

He breathed heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Even with a mouthful of saliva rolling in his throat, he did not dare swallow it.

"You, it was you!" Long Yichen's face had gone deathly pale. He had only one arm left, and its fingers were digging fiercely into his thigh. Perhaps only this could keep him somewhat clear-headed.

"Didn't you say it was Ye Puti?" Li Tianming asked with a smile.

"I was wrong. I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. Your terror exceeded my expectations. I am utterly convinced by you." To stay alive, Long Yichen could no longer care about his dignity.

When a person died, the lamp went out. They could no longer breathe, and everything they yearned for vanished like smoke.

He had not avenged his mother, nor fulfilled his lifelong ambition. With so much unwillingness in his heart, how could he not fear death?

That feeling of consciousness scattering away, of struggling at death's threshold, was something no one wished to endure.

"Haha." Li Tianming chuckled and put away the Eastern Emperor Sword. "Stop flattering me. I was just joking with you. This vast continent shall exist forever, and no one can dictate its rise and fall. No matter who they are in this world, they are but a speck of dust in history. Even gods will die within the Reincarnation of time. No one should boast too excessively about themselves."

Having met the Qian Emperor and Ye Puti, and having viewed this world through the Eye of Judgment, Li Tianming had