Those messages were of no use to the middle-aged man with a goatee for the time being.
Because he had already made up his mind. He did not plan to get involved in this matter any further.
That was right,
he was afraid!
Anyone could tell that such an unparalleled prodigy had some huge secret behind him.
He admitted that he did not possess the strength or luck to get involved.
The opportunity was certainly tempting,
but the forces connected to this person were immense, already exceeding what he could bear!
This had always been the middle-aged man with a goatee's way of choosing.
He had always acted cautiously throughout his life.
Although this had caused him to miss out on quite a few opportunities,
to the point that back then, despite possessing talent no weaker than Gu Wanchun's and a cultivation realm even slightly higher, after a thousand years, he had been left far behind by his opponent.
The gap between the early Cave-Heaven Realm and the late Cave-Heaven Realm represented at least several hundred years of cultivation.
But so what?
Taking risks could indeed bring greater rewards,
but what many people saw was the one who won in the end, profited enormously, and drew the attention of the masses. They would never look at the far greater number of failures who had died along the way.
Among the prodigies he had known who were of the same generation, some had risked their lives to venture into all kinds of forbidden lands, disregarding life and death in pursuit of a slim chance to transcend. They had cast everything aside and charged forward for greater power, wholeheartedly seeking the Dao.
But what was the result?
For a time, that person had indeed relied on his formidable, unmatched strength tempered through