"Since we have become strangers, then let us each follow our own path and display our own abilities. We shall draw our own blades of justice, carry out our own deeds of justice, and remain steadfast in our hearts. But in the end, is it not only the victor who can articulate their justice? The defeated have no such qualification." I spoke calmly.
"Indeed. As expected of an Immortal Venerable, speaking with you truly takes no effort. But speaking of which, if you had not come here, there would be no way to calculate your chances of victory. Yet now that you have come, you are already ninety percent certain to lose. The weak take the lesser path, while the strong take the Greater Celestial Circuit. While we contend here, that one has already returned the universe to the proper path. That is the difference between you. So when you stand beneath your own sky again, you will face a situation in which victory is forever beyond your reach. No—perhaps you lost from the very beginning, because the victor writes the poem of justice, while the defeated are merely passersby in time, rushing about in vain... Hahaha..." After saying this, Immortal Lord Wanqi burst into laughter. He then turned the palanquin around and, led by the twins, flew toward the Great Immortal Gate.
I frowned as I watched Immortal Lord Wanqi. Although my expression remained completely unmoved, waves surged through my heart, and I could not help being affected. His stage was indeed vast—so vast that he could make the heavens themselves into battlefields, seize cities and territory, and draw everything into his own sphere. This was what Yuqing had once told me.
The nine immortals who had created the nine Realm-Suppressing Cauldrons and opened the Nine Heavens had an