"Ning Chuan."
Ye Xuan raised his wine cup, his gaze carrying the indifference of one looking down upon ants.
"He was nothing more than a pitiful wretch, narrow-minded and trapped to death by his obsession. He had been king through six lifetimes; though he appeared glorious, his vision was in truth confined to the petty struggles within one corner of these Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. All he thought about day after day was that so-called karmic debt of Sin Blood. His scope was far too small."
Ye Xuan drained the wine in his cup and delivered his final verdict.
"When contending for the Great Dao, one must possess the breadth to embrace the cosmos and swallow the eight desolations. A man like him, no matter how exceptional his talent, will have extremely limited achievements in the future. He is merely dry bones in a tomb not yet rotten, utterly unworthy of standing alongside those three."
Qingyi and the Witch exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with boundless admiration for the Venerable One's discerning eye.
The height at which the Venerable One stood had long since transcended the superficial appearances of cultivation; he could directly see through the Dao hearts and origins of these Heavenly Prides.
Just as they were passing judgment upon the world from above the clouds, another earth-shaking change arose on the Immortal Dao Arena below.
Shi Hao stood upon his own bloodstained arena.
Looking at the four familiar figures around him, each as unfathomable as an abyss and as vast as the sea, the Supreme Blood within him began to boil uncontrollably.
They were all his fated great enemies, towering mountains blocking his Invincible Path.
Anyone else facing such a lineup would likely have long been considering how to defeat them one by one, or how