Deng Hua shuddered all over and snapped his head up. His eyes suddenly lit up, and even his voice trembled slightly with excitement.
"Senior, is what you said true?!"
He had thought he was already at the end of his road, utterly despairing of the immortal path and his sect, yet there was actually still someone willing to give him a new way out.
Yang Jian nodded solemnly, his aura steady, carrying an unquestionable certainty.
"Of course it is true!
We humans are born standing tall between heaven and earth. We are never like those immortals of the Chan Sect, hypocrites who cloak themselves in the guise of the righteous path while treating the lives of their own kind and all living beings as worthless weeds."
"Your original fate was to enter the Ten Absolute Formations as an offering to the formation, your soul returning to the Investiture of the Gods, reduced to a pawn of the great tide of deification.
But just now, that kirin sacrificed itself to save you. Your destined number has long since been rewritten, and the Investiture of the Gods Karma that coiled around you has also been cut away completely."
Yang Jian's gaze burned as he looked straight at Deng Hua, every word ringing like struck metal as he offered the final invitation:
"Now, I wonder if you have the courage to withdraw from the Jade Void Chan Sect of your own accord and turn your back on this cold, hypocritical sect.
Enter my human race's Kongtong Sect. From now on, fight for humanity and truly seize control of your own destiny?"
When Deng Hua heard this, he could hardly contain his excitement. He immediately dropped to both knees and kowtowed repeatedly to Yang Jian, his tone incomparably earnest.
"This junior is willing! This