As his words fell, Baturu dropped straight from the sky.
Chen Changsheng swiftly caught the falling Baturu with divine power.
Looking at the old friend he had fought for hundreds of thousands of years, Baturu's eyes instantly reddened.
"Chen Changsheng, is there truly no road ahead for body cultivators?"
Faced with Baturu's questioning, Chen Changsheng could only answer with silence.
Seeing this, Baturu grew even more agitated.
"I refuse to accept this. I truly refuse to accept this!"
"Every one of you has perfected your own path, yet body cultivators alone have no road ahead."
"Two hundred thousand years!"
"I spent two hundred thousand years and still failed to find a way out. Am I really that much inferior to all of you?"
Baturu's voice was steeped in boundless desolation.
Being born in the same era as Wu Li and the others had been his fortune, but also his misfortune.
Without the contrast of people like Wu Li, Baturu might well have become an ordinary "high-level cultivator."
When Chen Changsheng remained silent for a long while, Baturu's emotions suddenly calmed.
"Actually, I knew long ago that I had lost to all of you. I knew it back at the Heaven's Pride Assembly."
"I kept forcing myself onward all these years, refusing to admit defeat, because I wanted to prove that just because I could not defeat you did not mean my path could not defeat yours."
"But reality is this cruel. I disregarded the opinions of the Mortal World and joined the Forbidden Ground, dragging out a miserable existence for two hundred thousand years."
"In the end, I still achieved nothing."
"I, Baturu, have never feared death. But I truly refuse to accept such a humiliating end."
In response to Baturu's words, the silent Chen Changsheng finally spoke.
"You're already