"This world is grander and more splendid than we imagine. Since ancient times, many have attempted to understand demonic arts, and some have obtained the Eight Supreme Demonic Arts. Naturally, they were all people of great talent and unwavering will. Some sought only to explore greater strength; some wished to use demons to destroy demons; some even wanted to challenge the Devil Ancestor... But without exception, they all became demons."
Han Shentu said with utmost seriousness, "True Person Jiang, I know you are very confident. And you are indeed an extraordinary young man. But there have been far too many extraordinary people throughout the ages. We cannot always hope that we will be that exception. Wouldn't you agree?"
Jiang Wang could fully feel Han Shentu's goodwill.
It was not even any private sentiment, but simply the expectations a grandmaster of the Legalist School held for a younger member of the Human Race.
But in the end, he only said, "Someone has said the same thing to you."
Han Shentu looked at him. "So your answer has not changed either, has it?"
The Hall of Law was so solemn.
Every word spoken here seemed like an oath.
Under the gaze of the law, Jiang Wang was calm and earnest. "I am certain that my Dao lies within it."
There were Dao-seekers in this world who would not be barred by ten thousand mountains, who would not regret a hundred trials, who would go on even unto death!
Once a Dao-seeker spoke of his own "Dao," there could be no room for turning back.
Han Shentu had originally had much more to say, but in the end, he said none of it.
Had he not become the master of Rule Heaven Palace and the foremost Legalist School cultivator of the age precisely