The Unusual Path

Inside the room.

The white-haired old man gazed quietly at Chen Yan.

"No one has ever tried the method I mentioned. No one has dared.

"When someone has just created their Self Universe, their physical body in the Creation Realm isn't strong. Destroying their Self Universe right away is even more dangerous."

Chen Yan nodded quietly.

Dangerous?

He wasn't worried about danger. He had never cared about the endless perils along the road ahead.

He was only worried that he hadn't done enough, that he would be held back by all sorts of circumstances.

Like how, if Xia Qi had lived one more day, he could have seen Chen Yan truly become a Divine General.

Or how Qi Fan and the others, knowing full well they were doomed, had still brought Chen Yan their final words, telling him they were ready to die.

Or...

Just now.

He had clearly been growing stronger all along, continually breaking limits in his pursuit of the Dao.

Yet one problem after another had sprung up out of nowhere.

Someone else's words could bring you an immense challenge.

Chen Yan disliked pressure from the outside world. He had broken limits like this because he feared encountering something he couldn't resolve.

He hated outside pressure, and his heart burned with anger.

He wanted to smash through the so-called rules, the so-called barriers, the so-called endless perils, fist after fist.

He wanted to stand tall between heaven and earth.

The old rules would become his servants, and he would create the new rules with his own hands.

He would define the entire Martial Dao.

Establish the myriad paths; let my heart be the rule.

The white-haired old man seemed to sense the emotion stirring within Chen Yan. He gave a slight shake of his head, and his