"Gou Wuyue?"
"He was actually willing to show his face?"
Turning to look, who else could be seen treading through the air on a sword in the far distance but the one-armed Gou Wuyue? Yet Cao Yihan did not believe this fellow could be so well-intentioned.
Gou Wuyue was indeed an ancient sword cultivator, but he had always immersed himself in his own world. He was not one of the same kind as Cao Yihan, Ba Zunan, and the rest.
One could glimpse that from the choices they had each made after the Ten Seat Holders Battle all those years ago.
The Ten Seat Holders Battle had been the pinnacle battle of the Five Domains, but in essence, it had been a selection trial for the five great Holy Emperor Clans to choose Saint Slaves.
All those gifted geniuses had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Who had come there to become someone's dog?
Thus, even though they had all received olive branches from atop the Heavenly Ladder after the contest, most had chosen to refuse.
Only Ai Cangsheng and Gou Wuyue had been exceptions. Though neither had ascended the Heavenly Ladder, both had joined the Holy Spirit Hall.
Great Emperor Cangsheng's path had been very clear.
He had accepted reality and willingly become a touchstone.
Those who defeated me might have a chance to advance another step; those who lost to me would never have any chance to turn the tables against the wind.
By using himself as a barrier, he had seemingly blocked the path forward for the Five Domains' geniuses. In truth, he had made those atop the Heavenly Ladder willing to entrust him with the responsibility of guarding the continent. Thus, the Five Domains' talents would not be noticed too