Rumble...
The distant sounds of saint tribulation no longer drew much attention.
Around the Life Command Divine Hall, the many Taixu still held to their duties, not daring to stray far from the plaque.
"It's time. Send the message. Little Gao, you do it," someone reminded him, timing it precisely.
"Delusion Emperor is not Shou, Eight-Aversion Divine Fish... All right, I've sent the code phrase. Lord Li still hasn't replied."
"Sigh, who knows whether it's a normal lack of response, or whether he's already falle—"
"Pah, pah, watch your mouth! That's Lord Li!"
"Ahaha!" The old fellow who had misspoken scratched his head and stiffly changed the subject. "Tell me, how did Half-Saint Hua Yuan know to go in? We clearly didn't even look or say anything."
"He's a Half-Saint. You think you can fathom a Half-Saint's thoughts? Can you?"
"A Half-Saint..."
Those words sent quite a few people into contemplation. Someone sighed. "Actually, aren't we all only half a step away?"
The scene fell quiet for a moment, and every old man's face darkened.
Wasn't that exactly so? Between Taixu and Half-Saint lay only half a step. Yet that half-step was a chasm no person could cross in an entire lifetime—the Half-Saint Godhood! When they were young, everyone had dreams. They believed that if they fought hard enough, they could at least exchange their merits for a Half-Saint Godhood.
But in the blink of an eye, they had realized that their years had slipped away in vain. They had been stuck at the Taixu realm for decades, even centuries, accomplishing nothing.
Dreams were like tying a stick to a donkey's head and dangling a carrot from it—always in sight, forever out of reach.
Once a person settled into comfort, stopped thinking of change, and no longer dared to transcend