Desolate Fire Sword Son yearned for it beyond measure, imagining it with feverish excitement.
He did not know how other Dao Children came to the Time Fault. He had come here to seek out more seventh-step Dao Children, fight them to the death, and carve a path to the limits of the eighth step.
The other Dao Children who cultivated dharma had rather grim expressions.
They did not want to be dragged into an unbroken war with no end in sight.
Yet they were not afraid of battle either. Everything had to be seized through war, even for dharma cultivators. They simply could not wage war for war's own sake.
"Tushan Brother, this should be considered carefully."
Joyful Union Saintess advised, "The current situation is unclear, and the terrain is unknown. We should make every possible preparation and choose the best moment. Only then should we enter the battlefield."
"A foolproof plan? Where in this world is there such a thing as a foolproof plan?"
Desolate Fire Sword Son sneered. "From ancient times until now, all those who built great undertakings did so by trampling through hardships and obstacles. For sword cultivators like us, the greater the difficulty, the sharper the edge tempered from it. Even if the overall situation is unfavorable, what of it?"
"We need only draw our swords, rise up, and fight until death."
"Those who break through and advance gain everything; those who fail lose everything!"
He was an ambitious hawk of the war faction, thirsting to obtain everything through war. Even war itself was his opportunity.
"By the way, Sword Son."
Desolate Fire Sword Son seemed to recall something. "According to a secret record of my sect, there seemed to be a force within the harem of Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven in this era that