Proof of the Way

Old Man Mu huddled in a corner, keeping quiet without being told. He had no inner power, and everything before his eyes was pitch-black, but his ears still worked. He could hear clearly that the Dragon King was at a disadvantage.

"Old Man Mu."

The Dragon King actually called out to him. Old Man Mu answered, "Yeah," though somewhat reluctantly, his heart pounding with anxiety.

Lü Mian's thoughts stirred. He was about to follow the sound and strike with his sword, but stopped himself. The Dragon King was full of tricks; it was better to be cautious. They had this fight in the bag, so there was no need to take any more risks.

Deng Yuanlei grew increasingly restless by the doorway, wishing he could take the field himself and kill the Dragon King.

"Have you heard the story about killing oneself to prove the Way?" Gu Shenwei asked. It was the knot in his heart; until he untangled it, he could not even bring himself to fight.

The story had fascinated him because, in secret, it aligned with the way he practiced the Death Sutra.

Back then, he and He Nu had studied the Death Sutra together, but a major difference had arisen between them in the middle and later stages. He Nu had focused on "killing," while he had grasped "one's own death." Their paths led to the same destination: both sought ruthlessness and a single-strike kill, yet their mindsets and techniques were worlds apart.

"One's own death" and "killing oneself to prove the Way" seemed very much alike. Gu Shenwei had always believed that his understanding of the Death Sutra was the most correct. That thin book, whose authenticity was unknown, seemed to confirm it.

Old Man Mu froze. He gave a long "Hmm" before replying, "Of