"The wind was rising. There were quite a few outstanding newcomers this time. Wasn't everyone optimistic about Jun Dingtian? A god reincarnated—although starting cultivation anew was far more difficult than for ordinary people, wasn't it simply a matter of that? One thought led to heaven, one thought led to hell. If he crossed it, he could prove the Dao anew. If he could not overcome the obstacle in his heart, he could forget about making any further progress for the rest of his life!" The eagle narrowed its eyes, its bearing no different from that of an ordinary eagle.
"Isn't that precisely the reason? Difficulty and ease lay within a single thought. But for people like us, proving the Dao truly was harder than climbing to the blue heavens!" the middle-aged man sighed. "Still, if others learned that the Golden Winged Great Peng King, who once looked down upon the world and swept unhindered through all under heaven, had become like this, who knew what they would think!"
The eagle glanced at the middle-aged man. "The years are like blades, every stroke claiming a life. In the past, which of us ever took those words to heart? When the time comes and the years catch up, one has no choice but to submit. In such a great age, this is our final chance. If we cannot seize it and leap like fish through the dragon gate, then we can only wait amid endless terror to become a cupful of yellow earth!"
"Haha, you are trying to fool me. How could the mighty Golden Winged Great Peng King possibly fear death?" The middle-aged man shook his head and laughed.
"Why would I not fear death? Who does not fear death? It is merely pleasant talk. The only ones who truly do