Chen Fazhen's eyes narrowed slightly.
Tap, tap, tap!
He paced for a long while, and ripples burst across the lake.
Until, at one moment.
Chen Fazhen abruptly turned around.
But within the Ninth Refinement,
that remnant body of Malice had already turned away. It took one step, shattering the void, and headed toward its own Malice Royal Court.
"Everyone has their own path." Chen Fazhen's voice was low.
"Just as there is no such thing as some great principle that can make a person turn back.
"My faith and ideals, accumulated over tens of thousands of years, won't be changed by a few seconds or minutes, or a few days or nights of clashing!"
Confusion clouded Chen Fazhen's murky eyes, and the corners of his mouth drooped.
"I'm not your fellow cultivator.
"Among the Human Race's strongest, few have fellow cultivators.
"I am the greatest enemy standing in the way of your Dao, Chen Yan!
"If I obstruct your path, come and kill me. If you obstruct mine, I'll kill you too!"
Chen Fazhen's voice was heavy. After saying this, he seemed to age a little more.
"Kill me, then walk your own path!"
He clenched his fists. For Chen Fazhen, this choice was undoubtedly an exceedingly difficult struggle of the Dao Heart.
Agreeing to Chen Yan's proposal would mean entrusting himself to Chen Yan's unknown and dangerous future.
It would also utterly shatter his Dao Heart and ideals.
In the end, he did not choose Chen Yan.
That was all.
Chen Yan returned to the Malice Royal Court, neither sad nor happy.
In his eyes, the Lord of Formations' choice was perfectly normal.
The other man had spent tens of thousands of years preparing, and now only a few hundred days remained before the final battle.
That was only