Ancestor Hua
Did every cultivator yearn to be deified and become an ancestor?
Yue Gongli stared blankly at the sky, his mind completely lost in confusion.
"No..."
Some cultivated to the Master level, founded a sect, and were content to carve out a peaceful corner for themselves.
Some cultivated to the Throne level, roamed the martial world with a sword at their side, made no enemies unless necessary, and found enough in simply settling down and making a living.
Not every Void Saint wanted to step into the ranks of the Demi-Saint.
Nor did every Demi-Saint wish to take another step upward and seek more.
From the bottom of his heart, Yue Gongli had never wanted to become some Moon Ancestor or Ancestor Li. What he had was enough.
He knew his own limits. He was not made of that stuff—he lacked both the ability to compete and the drive to do so.
He was someone content with what he had. Being a carefree young rake, living elegantly in the mortal world, had always been his greatest dream.
If the clan needed him, then after his father departed, he could take over the position of Saint Emperor and the reins of the Cold Palace Imperial Realm.
He believed he was capable of leading those people onward.
But saving his clansmen from the depths of suffering and sheltering Cold Palace for eternity—he was not so great.
Yet reality kept shoving him forward, step by step, deeper into that cage.
Every time he exerted himself, whenever he looked back in bewilderment, he would see Dao Qiongchang's shadow.
"Why?"
Yue Gongli looked at the man before him, his voice hoarse. They had so clearly once been the closest of companions...
Yue Gonghui's head cracked open with a series of crunches, transforming into Dao