Chu Mu let out a soft breath, and a trace of complexity flickered through his eyes.
For someone who had stirred up a world-ending calamity for his own selfish desires, plunging the world into ruin and causing countless living beings to perish...
By all reason, given his current strength and moral principles, he should have felt the urge to kill.
Yet, when he searched his own heart, he found that he felt little emotional turbulence.
The Cultivation World had always been a place where the law of the jungle prevailed.
For one's own benefit, sacrificing the interests of others was simply the norm.
If it had been him, faced with the impending end of his lifespan and the shackles limiting his strength, he would not have hesitated in the slightest if there had been even a glimmer of opportunity.
Even if it meant sacrificing all living beings, he would not have balked.
He was not an exception, nor was Emperor Heng.
In the Cultivation World's jungle order, every cultivator would be the same.
After all, the chances of a kindhearted person surviving in the Cultivation World—let alone fully adapting to it and climbing to greater heights—were simply far too slim.
Had any other cultivator encountered what Emperor Heng had encountered and faced the choice Emperor Heng had faced, the outcome they chose would likely not have been much better than the current situation.
"Only..."
At that moment, a chill suddenly surfaced in Chu Mu's eyes.
He did not care about what Emperor Heng had done.
He did not care about the annihilation of all living beings or the world's descent into ruin.
What had nothing to do with him was hung high and left alone.
Back in the Outer Sea, when he had been hunted down by the True Demon,