Pangu, the "Idealist"

Shen Qian fell into a daze and could not recover for a long time.

After searching and pursuing for so long, he had finally obtained the "answer" he wanted.

But who could have imagined that this answer would be so despairing?

The Demon King watched Shen Qian's complicated expression. After a long silence, he finally said, "Does it feel hopeless?"

Shen Qian opened his mouth, but in the end, he merely nodded.

Who wouldn't feel hopeless?

This had nothing at all to do with one's state of mind. Even someone with an incomparably strong Dao Heart rooted their faith in martial arts itself.

When martial arts itself was distorted, no matter how good one's mentality was, it would still collapse overnight.

"...Why?" Shen Qian's thoughts were in turmoil. Several times, he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he only managed to force out those three words.

He could not make sense of it, nor could he understand it.

"I first noticed it when I had just broken through to the Emperor-level."

Perhaps because so much time had passed, the Demon King seemed utterly calm. With another sweep of his sleeve, he brought them back to the tea table. Yet although the clear tea before them could undoubtedly be called one of the finest under heaven, Shen Qian no longer had the slightest desire to drink it. He simply waited for the Demon King to explain everything.

"At the time, I was full of high spirits. After Chaos, I should have been the first person to reach the Emperor-level. I felt that the world was vast, that there was nothing I could not do and nowhere I could not go."

The Demon King continued, "But I still sensed something strange, because... after breaking through to the Emperor-level, I actually