I Have a Path That's Hard to Walk. Will You Take It?

He could endure death again and again, then keep climbing back to his feet through one agonizing torment after another.

Hanyu's resilience had even made Zhishou look at him with fresh respect. It seemed this was something buried deep in his bones.

From the very beginning until now, it had never changed.

Hanyu's tolerance for pain, in particular, was downright horrifying.

Even cultivators with the strongest wills might be driven to collapse by dying over and over, especially when they suddenly lost all their strength. The disparity alone was immense.

So Zhishou's admiration for Hanyu was utterly undisguised.

Of course, that didn't stop him from watching coldly as Hanyu kept throwing his life away.

The farthest Hanyu had ever made it was several miles. He'd even caught sight of the gaping bronze gates in the distance, but in the end, he was swallowed up by the sea of people.

"This is fucking impossible. I'm just an ordinary person here. How am I supposed to fight cultivators? The gap in strength is too great."

Hanyu couldn't help complaining to Zhishou. Zhishou silently munched on some nuts, then suddenly turned to look at him as if waking from a dream.

"Are you talking to me?"

Hanyu nearly choked. There was only him and Zhishou here. If he wasn't talking to Zhishou, who else could he be talking to?

Zhishou gave him a mocking look, his smile strange. "If you want to complain, I don't think I'm the one you should be complaining to."

If Hanyu thought this was unfair, he should go find Gold Spirit. Why come to him?

"But why are you running?"

Zhishou suddenly asked him.

What a stupid question. If he didn't run, every cultivator here would be trying to get a knife into him. If he was even