If a person lived for over a thousand years, possessed supreme power, peerless beauties, wealth beyond measure, and unrivaled martial arts—if he had already obtained all of these yet still lived on, continuing to live for another thousand years, acquiring everything he had not possessed before, and was still alive afterward, then he would certainly want something more, something harder to obtain—happiness!
Yes!
Happiness!
Because by that point, he had possessed everything and tried everything. He had enjoyed pleasures that most people could never experience even in a lifetime. At that point, he would feel lonely, because he would discover that very few things could still make him happy.
He had already possessed everything others desired. What new thing could possibly make him happy?
This was crucial.
Thus, he began seeking more novel things that could make him happy. If there were none, then he would destroy them.
Because destruction itself was a form of release, the easiest kind of happiness to obtain when one could not get what one wanted—the thrilling pleasure born from destruction!
But that was twisted happiness!
It was also twisted human nature.
Yet that was human nature.
The hardest thing in the world to understand was human nature. Its complexity far surpassed any martial art under heaven.
Indeed, if one could not understand human nature, one's martial arts would never reach their pinnacle.
Because in the martial world, no matter what happened, no matter how much love, hatred, enmity, or grievance there was, it was all intimately tied to human nature. Martial arts were naturally no exception.
Over two thousand years, he had plundered the martial arts of the Vassal States and even the Sacred Dynasty, developing martial arts that could be considered invincible at the peak of the True Return Realm. He believed he