"Sect Master, we are willing to fight the Li Clan abominations alongside you!"
"Please give the order at once, Sect Master. We will brave boiling water and raging fire, and would not hesitate to die ten thousand deaths."
"Sect Master!"
Within [I Alone World], Bai Ziyan paid no heed to the Night-Watch God and the gathered mighty cultivators kneeling on one knee.
For whom did the tears of a celestial being fall?
For Zhu Yu, the Sixth Chosen, who fought until the final moment; for the First Chosen, who had united everyone in defense of the blessed grotto-heaven; and for the countless sect disciples who, even after sinking into the River of the Underworld, still struggled to leap forth and charge at the one wielding the ruler of the Underworld.
He was powerless to stop any of it. This Daluo Golden Immortal from the south possessed an indestructible [Life World]. No matter how his [I Alone World] assailed it, that world could always mend itself.
The worlds of immortals bore the most fundamental power of the world. They were the world's favored children, bearing the duty of "creation" ever since heaven and earth first opened. The three thousand Great Daos cultivated by living beings merely stole the laws of the world. The true laws had forever remained in the hands of immortals.
For a living being to rise from weakness to strength, they had to walk an arduous road.
Immortals, meanwhile, merely changed the world and came to understand it over Infinity Years, receiving the world's gifts in return. Their antiquity and the era of their birth often represented their strength.
Bai Ziyan had reached thirty-two revolutions, fallen from the Five Tribulations to the Four Tribulations. Naturally, he knew how arduous the road he had walked had been. Even now,