A few days later.
"Good lad!"
The Heavenly Lord clapped in praise, his eyes full of delight. "Good, good, good!"
Tu Shan Jun looked at the approaching Heavenly Lord.
The Heavenly Lord smiled. "After the Form and Spirit stage, he will completely step from this pinnacle into another."
Tu Shan Jun's expression darkened.
The Heavenly Lord said, "You don't believe me?"
Tu Shan Jun sneered. "For the Heavenly Lord to survive under the suppression of the Dao Sect and the Ancient Immortal Tower is no simple matter. There must be capable people supporting you from behind."
As he spoke, he glanced at the sky. "You can even control heavenly tribulation. What tremendous divine power!"
"As for whether I believe it..."
"For me now, it is still too early."
Even as Tu Shan Jun felt powerless, a deep terror welled up in his heart.
What kind of terrifying cultivation did that require?
Thinking of the great divine powers' intervention, fury blazed in his chest, burning everything within him to ashes, until only a pair of gradually calming eyes remained, fixed upon the Heavenly Lord.
Rather than answering, the Heavenly Lord asked, "Do you ever miss the time when you were weak?"
"I only feel that I am still not strong enough."
"You have already grown strong now..."
The Heavenly Lord left half a sentence unspoken: Otherwise, you would not even be qualified to become a chess piece.
Tu Shan Jun understood what the Heavenly Lord meant, and he said nothing more.
Raging against the world was useless. It could not change anyone, but he could change himself.
If he became a little stronger, he could grasp a little more of his own fate.
Once complaints and anger had been vented, they should be forgotten. They were not what one should remember.