"It really wasn't easy." Even He Zhao could not help sighing over Danyang's experiences. Hardship, suffering, aimlessness—all kinds of negative emotions had surged with the passage of time. Anyone who could make it through was a ruthless character.
Putting himself in their shoes, a group of strangers had lived in the Netherworld for more than seventy years. Half that time had been spent expanding territory and struggling amid danger. The other half had been spent leading the survivors as they drifted from place to place, with nowhere to call home.
After great difficulty, they had Advented upon the New Continent, once built up a cultivation system, and established a vast sect. Yet for the rest of his life, he had gone back and forth countless times to that nightmare-like world, all just to search for his former companions.
Miserable. Too miserable.
If it had been anyone with a less steadfast will, anyone a little weaker under mental pressure, their emotions would probably have collapsed long ago, leaving them to rot and lie flat as fate toyed with them.
"I admire him."
If nothing else, persisting for thirty years in searching for a path was something only Xuanzang of the Great Tang could compare with. Of course, it was only a comparison. Seeking the scriptures had taken just seventeen years, and there had been a clear, concrete goal and destination.
"Now everything makes sense."
He had never expected that Xinyue Kingdom really was not the newborn Great Xuan he had guessed it to be.
"Triangle Head."
With Akris's ferocity and brutality, the former selection world might well be a stretch of Chaos now. Finding any living life-form there was basically impossible. In fact... whether the planet still existed at all was still a question mark.
"I just don't know where Xi