"In the Mythological Era, the Nine Heavenly Venerables shook the universe, and their names endured through the ages."
Wang Xuan rested his chin on one hand, his gaze passing over the Corpse Emperor and the Prison-Suppressing Emperor to settle on the Bronze Chariot. "And you, Longevity Heavenly Venerable, the creator of Nine Secrets: Zhe, have now sunk so low that all you can do is cling to living beings and suck their blood."
On the Bronze Chariot, the Longevity Heavenly Venerable slowly raised his eyes.
The visions of collapsing galaxies in his eyes faltered briefly, then gave way to utter indifference.
"Heavenly Emperor, you are still young." The Longevity Heavenly Venerable's aged voice carried the arrogance of one who looked down upon the ages. "Your talent astounds the world, but you do not understand what it means to watch the years slip away.
"When you reach your twilight years, when your vitality withers and your lifespan dwindles, you will naturally make the same choice we did."
His withered fingers tapped lightly against the hilt of the Longevity Sword.
"The world condemns me for slaughtering countless beings, calling my sins unforgivable.
"But even if all the heavens spurn me, all I seek is eternal life.
"All so that I might live to see a chance to become an immortal."
Wang Xuan nodded slightly.
He did not approve of the Longevity Heavenly Venerable's actions, but he saw through to the heart that sought the Dao—a heart long since stained with filth, yet as unyielding as stone.
The Supreme Beings of this world who had severed their own cultivation were so deeply obsessed that they had all succumbed to madness.
"Unfortunately, your path was wrong from the very beginning."
Wang Xuan's tone was calm, yet his next words brought the deathly energies of