Hua Changdeng did not dwell much on that battle.
Nor did he say who had challenged whom, what he had thought and considered when deciding whether to accept the fight, or the full course of the battle.
In a struggle over the Great Dao, there had never been right or wrong.
Xu Xiaoshou did not press further, but that did not mean he shared that view.
"Dao struggle..."
The first time he had encountered a struggle over the Great Dao was probably at White Cavern, when Ba Zunan had invited him to join Saint Slave.
He had begun to understand Dao struggles probably in the Deep Sea, when Water Ghost had pointed out that a struggle over the Great Dao was bound to draw blood.
He had fully understood Dao struggles probably after Void Island, at the end of the Relics of the Gods, after the battle against Ai Cangsheng...
"Did I really understand?"
Half a year ago, Xu Xiaoshou had felt that he did.
He believed his Dao differed from that of the people of the present age, from Ba Zunan's, Dao Qiongchang's, and everyone else's.
At the very least, he could only talk big a few times. He would not, in pursuit of Dao or in seeking Dao, slaughter so many people who should never have died.
Thus, that night, during his conversation with Er Zhu and Mr. Siren, he had given First Pavilion Under Heaven its definition—end mistakes, rewrite the ages.
The words had been wildly arrogant!
Xu Xiaoshou had upheld them to this day.
Now that he had met Hua Changdeng and heard his words, Xu Xiaoshou could not help sinking into thought again. "Since everyone knows that beneath one general's success lie ten thousand bones, what is it that they all seek in pursuing Dao?"