If things were truly as Lucifer had said, then this would be an unprecedentedly dangerous road, one where even Emperor Lords might meet their end in bitterness.
The safest course, naturally, would be for the two of them to set out together. Of course, that rested on the premise that they would have the chance to reach the summit together.
Ye Xiwen had also considered whether he could resist such temptation. The best way would naturally be to remain within the Myriad Realms and never, for all eternity, consider going to that unknown land. Yet he felt the odds of that were very low.
Of the countless Emperor Lords throughout the ages, which one had not been a standout among millions upon millions of living beings? Their wills had been firm beyond compare, rare even through eternity. Yet even so, they had all gone to that unknown land. There must have been something there that drew those peerless heroes onward.
Just as, long ago, Ye Xiwen's goal had been no more than proving the Dao and seeking eternal life. Yet after proving the Dao, he had almost immediately continued cultivating further, as though a whip were constantly lashing his back, relentlessly urging him on. No one needed to say anything; the flame of unwillingness in his heart alone was enough to keep pushing him toward higher, more unknown realms.
Those Emperor Lords who had endured through the ages might have possessed different temperaments. Some were cruel and tyrannical, some gentle and benevolent, some decisive in slaughter. Yet they all shared one trait: an unimaginable ambition to ascend to the pinnacle of martial arts.
That ambition had never ceased. With it burning within him, Ye Xiwen felt that he would likely find it difficult to resist such temptation.
Or rather, he