"Damn it, Martial Sovereign had suffered a backlash!"
Many people saw that something was wrong. They could clearly tell that Martial Sovereign had suffered the backlash of the rules. It might have seemed simple for him to complete the Great Dao of the Martial Dao Era, but in truth, it was far from easy.
Otherwise, countless people would have done it long ago. Yet in reality, Martial Sovereign was the only one doing such a thing.
Ye Xiwen spat out a mouthful of blood. This backlash had truly been brutal; it had taken more than a hundred million years of his lifespan in one stroke.
Yet he was not discouraged in the slightest, because he knew that although the backlash of the rules had severely injured him, it had likewise deepened his understanding of the Great Dao.
Sometimes, taking the wrong road allowed one to better understand what the right one looked like.
Many people began to worry for him and pray for him, because everyone knew that Ye Xiwen was the pillar holding up the Martial Dao Era. If anything happened to Ye Xiwen, the consequences would be unthinkable.
But they could not help him. Beings who had reached that level were, in truth, already beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Still, as many watched Ye Xiwen—his hair still snowy white, his body covered in wrinkles—they could not help feeling their hearts tremble.
With Ye Xiwen's current cultivation, his Dao arts could reach the heavens. Any injury, even a Dao Injury, could be healed with a single thought.
Yet after being wounded by the rules this time, he was still unable to recover. One could understand the severity of it merely by thinking about it.
But even more people hoped that Ye Xiwen would succeed. By now, they all