"I wasn't being timid. I was merely seeking stability. Even without these things, I would still charge toward the Saint Realm!"
Along the way, his heart in pursuit of the Dao had been incomparably steadfast, yielding to no one.
So many people had known the terrifying consequences of challenging the Saint Realm, yet still marched forward without hesitation. Others dared to do it, so naturally he would not be timid.
Compared to those people, he actually had greater confidence. He possessed heaps of divine arts, had cultivated every realm to perfection before breaking through, and had the panel. He had nothing to fear.
If he did not become a Martial Saint, he would die sooner or later anyway. Wei Fan understood that much.
The three galloped wildly on horseback, kicking up dust that filled the sky.
Before long, a region of breathtaking scenery and surging spiritual essence appeared before Wei Fan's eyes.
The mountains rose and fell like dragons, great mists steamed upward, and countless ancient trees thrust up from the earth.
A rushing river churned with furious waves, its billows surging as it flowed into an enormous lake.
"This place is not bad. I plan to enter seclusion here and comprehend the Nine-Nine True Skill!"
Wei Fan leaped down from his horse, his heart stirring.
The scenery here was excellent. Though its spiritual essence was not as rich as that around the Sacred Sects, the view was absolutely first-rate, as though one had stepped into a painting.
"Then let's stay here for a while. I happen to feel that I'm about to break through to the Martial King Eighth Layer as well!"
Zhi Hua also jumped down from her horse and gazed out over the dragon-like rolling mountains.
The scenery here was superb. If the essence of heaven and