Lu Shi frowned, his expression flickering uncertainly.
Demon Emperor Yinglong sighed. "In the River of Destiny, no matter how inconceivable something is, it would not be surprising."
His deep, obscure eyes gazed into the distance as he said blankly, "Since the Primordial Era, a saying has always been passed down in the River of Destiny—"
"Before destiny, everyone is a prisoner!"
"What Demon Ancestor, what defying heaven itself—no matter how boundless your power, so long as you cannot escape destiny's shackles, you are destined to be toyed with by fate!"
As he spoke, Demon Emperor Yinglong pointed at the ground. "Legend has it that this place was formed from the state of mind of a Demon Ancestor from the Primordial Era. Such a mighty existence could rival the Heavenly Emperors of your Eternal Heaven Domain, yet did he not still die here?"
"After endless years, even his remains became the foundation stones of Spirit Treasure Heaven City. How tragic!"
Lu Shi nodded slightly. "Knowing fate yet refusing to submit to it is the most fundamental meaning of cultivation. Along the Eternal Pathways, everyone comprehends destiny and struggles against it, all in the end to transcend destiny."
As he spoke, he seemed to lose interest in the conversation. His figure flashed, and he drifted down from the top of the stone stele.
Then, he took a brush from his sleeve.
The brush was exceedingly strange. It resembled an ordinary writing brush, yet its tip was as sharp as a sword edge. As thick as a chopstick, its entire body seemed carved from lustrous, translucent dark-cyan mutton-fat jade.
As Lu Shi lightly touched the brush tip to a Dao inscription on the stele that had long been severely worn away, an incredible scene unfolded—
The sword-sharp brush tip bloomed with a chaotic