The Old Fox's Contest with the Art of Survival, the Emperor Fall Immortal-Ascension Secret Realm Method

"This fellow Daoist is hiding, unwilling to meet me!"

Within the desolate universe, the crippled old man in black muttered. After sweeping his gaze around without finding anything, he turned his eyes once more toward the Nameless Quasi-Immortal Emperor being besieged.

"Why go this far? At our level, what is there left to be unable to let go of? Is it worth it for a few ants and insects? You and I are our own kind. There are only so few Quasi-Immortal Emperors—why must we kill one another? Besides, you and I even came from the same homeland!"

"If you live long enough, you can let go of everything. The seven emotions and six desires, attachment to one's homeland, hatred and madness—all can be dismissed with a smile. The Great Dao is heartless. In the end, you and I will become such beings. We should sever our emotions and cast aside desire."

"You are still too young. Once you have been tempered by time and your heart has grown weathered, everything you once cared for and valued will have turned to ash. Then you will understand: only my Dao is eternal. Only fellow cultivators like us can travel together and explore the path to the Immortal Emperor Realm."

"Back then, the Feather Emperor, Emperor Hong, and Azure Emperor—who among them did not have countless descendants, mighty clans, and everlasting great sects? And what became of all that in the end? It was all Mirror Flower Water Moon. Dust returned to dust, earth to earth. Some of it was even buried by their own hands!"

The old man spoke calmly, rambling on at great length. It seemed he was addressing the Nameless Quasi-Immortal Emperor, who was about to fall beneath the siege, yet it also seemed that he was not.

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