Tenth World

Tenth World

Shangguan Xinyao had not chosen the wrong sect. Not only did she have the sect master's support, but she also had her fellow disciples' support.

However.

Ye Xingchen seemed to have chosen the wrong sect.

Because ever since joining, he had not had many chances to show off, yet he had made quite a few embarrassing blunders!

For example, the Seventh World's trial stemmed from negative emotions. A martial artist needed not only absolute perseverance, but also a positive and uplifting mindset. Otherwise, they could easily be eroded and sink into despair and inferiority.

The Night Emperor's perseverance went without saying, and his mindset, driven by vengeance, could be considered positive enough. If he cleared the stage normally, he would be able to endure it.

However.

This was not the highest difficulty setting.

What counted as the hardest?

Naturally, it meant activating the restrictions on age and soul!

When negative emotions several times stronger than normal mode surged in all at once, the Night Emperor did not even resist. He directly squatted on the ground and wailed, becoming so self-abasing that he lost the courage to live.

Sigh.

He could not be blamed for choosing the wrong sect. He could only be blamed for courting death himself.

"Quick, quick!"

Jun Changxiao hurriedly said, "Stop it now!"

The first two worlds had taken great effort to build up Ye Xingchen's powerful image. Yet this guy was squatting there like a little wife, crying, making a fuss, and threatening suicide. Wouldn't all their earlier efforts be wasted?

"Whoosh!"

Shangguan Xinyao hurriedly shut off the trial mode.

"I'm trash. Living in this world, I'm just polluting the air, polluting..." The despairing Ye Xingchen suddenly stopped, then froze where he stood.

I...

What had I just said?

There was no greater suffering