Yue Cangsheng sat cross-legged in a small world, his face utterly dejected. His spirit, energy, and vitality were all gone; he was practically a shell of himself.
When he saw Li Ye, he couldn't help but be moved, but he refused Li Ye's invitation without hesitation.
He showed no intention of coming out of seclusion.
"Two defeats, and you've fallen to this state. No wonder people call you Myriad Year Second."
"You have no one to blame for your defeat."
Dugu Miaoyin said.
Yue Cangsheng shook his head bitterly. Dugu Miaoyin's provocation had no effect. "A defeat is a defeat. What's there to blame?"
Li Ye frowned and demanded, "Let me ask you: what's the meaning of being alive?"
Yue Cangsheng thought for a moment. "I don't know about anyone else. The only meaning in my life was to become the strongest."
"Now, it means nothing."
That was Yue Cangsheng.
He fought for every passing moment, and only for the chance to be the strongest.
Perhaps it was precisely this obsession that had brought him so close to the Sword Immortal Realm.
"The strongest?"
"Who dares to claim that he's the strongest? You're just a frog at the bottom of a well."
Li Ye rebuked him.
Yue Cangsheng smiled. "Aren't you already the strongest of your generation?"
Li Ye shook his head. "The Dao has no end. Forget your generation—looking across all of history, do you know who the strongest is?"
"The Eight Great Invincible Ones of Ancient Times? My master? I'll tell you: none of them."
"What is the highest realm of the Dao? The Invincible Realm? I can tell you with certainty that it isn't. There are realms beyond invincibility."
Yue Cangsheng's cloudy eyes cleared. He stared at Li Ye in shock. "What did you say?"
Li Ye