"Little Friend Jiang, I'm already more than satisfied with your promise."
"For the Yu Long Sect to have endured for millions of years, weathering countless wars without falling, its elders have never been a bunch of stubborn fools who cling blindly to their reserves. They're all clearheaded, sensible people who know when to hold on and when to let go."
In the True Dragon Secret Realm, atop the frozen snowfield, the cold wind swept up icy shards and whirled them through the air. They struck the True Dragon's body without raising the slightest ripple.
After hearing Jiang Yan's words, the True Dragon slowly opened its mouth:
"Should the sect one day truly face annihilation, with its survival hanging by a thread, they will surely be willing to trade the sect's ten-thousand-year reserves for a chance at survival, and its legacy for continued existence. On that, I trust them."
"As for the distant future, where the Yu Long Sect will ultimately end up—whether it can rise against the tide and forge a new glory, or decline and fade into the dust of the myriad worlds—that will depend on the fortunes and fate of the sect's descendants."
"If a truly astonishing genius emerges in the future, one capable of shouldering the sect's banner and forging his own path to supremacy, the Yu Long Sect will surely reclaim its former glory."
"But if it never recovers, if no more prodigies emerge, and its legacy ultimately comes to an end, then that too is part of the natural order of the world."
"The Great Dao turns in cycles; what reaches its height must decline. That is simply the way of the world. After all, across the myriad worlds, no power has ever remained strong forever, and no dynasty has ever escaped its eventual fall."