High above the nine heavens, Ying Xintian gazed down at the land of Kunlun, a trace of loneliness appearing in his eyes.
After unifying the worlds, subduing the sects, and throwing open the gates of the Immortal Dao, he only felt increasingly alone as the Immortal Dao golden age arrived and countless Heavenly Prodigies emerged.
For the more cultivators' abilities grew and the greater their talents became, the more ambition and desire flourished in their hearts.
And this being who stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao became the target countless people pursued, the opponent countless people wished to defeat.
Ying Xintian understood even more clearly that as long as he refused to control, suppress, or restrain the world's cultivators, as long as he continued giving them enough room to grow, someone would eventually surpass him and turn the entire world into firewood for their own advancement.
"The Immortal Dao flourishes, Heavenly Prodigies emerge in droves-a golden age in every respect. But what is longevity sought for? What is desired at the summit? In the end, it all becomes personal desire."
"Whether thousands of years or tens of thousands, however Immortal Dao techniques develop and bring forth the new, the painstaking efforts of generation after generation will ultimately fulfill only one person's desires and bring about the birth of the ultimate individual."
Starting in the very next instant, he would prepare to sever the Immortal Dao, and his own strength would gradually begin its steady decline.
And this moment of decision might well be the moment when both his personal strength and his mastery of Immortal Dao techniques were at their greatest.
It was precisely then that a silent, imperceptible disturbance transcending time and space swept through heaven and earth, and Ying Xintian-the current master of the world, hailed