"This fellow truly had a heavy killing intent."
In the Azure Mountain Range, blood stained the heavens. Several mutilated corpses fell, transforming into powerful Exotic Beasts. Within Shi Hao's hair, the Small Pagoda trembled and muttered softly.
Amid the bloody storm, Yan Kuan's thought incarnation stood with his hands behind his back. He looked exactly like the Deity of the Emperor's Pagoda, yet carried an invincible Supreme majesty. No matter how powerful a weapon was, it was still merely a weapon; it could never quite compare to its master.
"Shi Hao, do you know why your master was able to attain the Supreme Realm in just over two hundred years, then reach the pinnacle of the Mortal Realm in an extremely short time?"
Yan Kuan did not pay attention to the Small Pagoda. It had not been easy for him to send out this wisp of consciousness, and time was limited. He still had to strengthen his bond with his disciple and fulfill some of his duties as a master by imparting the Dao and teaching him.
"Because I have always forced myself onward. The greater situation demanded it; I had no choice. Many times, if you do not move forward on your own, others will force you ahead. Rather than being driven forward, it is better to take the initiative and keep power in your own hands."
Yan Kuan paused, then lowered his head and looked seriously at Shi Hao. "As your master, I will naturally prepare some things for you. Heavenly arts and treasure techniques are all among the finest in the world, but as for other things—precious resources and supreme opportunities—you must fight for them yourself.
"Throughout my centuries of cultivation, I have walked a blood-soaked Emperor Road. Countless powerhouses have fallen beneath my feet. True powerhouses