A Glimmer of Hope

Ning Ye had once found a question very strange.

To follow Heaven's will and act on Heaven's behalf was originally the Great Dao.

Such a broad and open road should have been a code of conduct revered by countless cultivators. So why did one great power after another choose to act against Heaven?

To defy Heaven for the sake of defying Heaven?

What fucking nonsense.

It sounded impressive, sure, but the more impressive something sounded, the more likely it was to get you killed when you actually tried it.

There were plenty of people in this world seeking death, but they usually did not make it to the end.

But now, Ning Ye understood.

Sometimes it was not that cultivators wanted to defy Heaven. It was that, damn it, they had no choice.

Like now.

A Dao artifact of the Sovereign level lay right before him. In the blink of an eye, Ning Ye could take control of it and use it to crush Seven Nights Star Lord.

But the consequence of doing so would be demonic Dao entering his body, turning him into one who defied fate from that day onward.

That great Saint of the Evergreen Realm back then had probably faced a similar trial, hadn't he? Perhaps Seven Nights Star Lord had as well.

Even Purple Zenith—just thinking about what Stone Serpent and Evil Rakshasa Devil Ancestor had done to him...

Putting all of that together, how could Ning Ye still fail to understand?

To become the Heavenly Dao, one had to undergo trials.

This was a choice between life and death, the difference between slogans and action.

What the Heavenly Dao required was not merely people who shouted their slogans loudly, but those whose actions remained loyal unto death as well.

No wonder your damned Positive