How could there be no regrets?
He, the Emperor Devil Master, was no ghost servant driven to the end of the road by an exhausted fate. But when it came down to it, how was he any different from those ghost servants?
This body had become a Devil Master, and it would end as a Devil Master. So long as the Devil Ancestor did not return, even after more than three thousand years, he could never advance another step.
He had long been the strongest Heavenly Demon of all ages, yet even today, he remained trapped within the confines of the Heavenly Demon.
Only one step separated him from transcendence, yet that step could never be reached.
Throughout the endless ages, countless had fallen into demonhood. Among those who became Devil Lords, none had not been a peerless genius. Yet only one Wu Zhaixue had leapt free of the fate of the Devil Ancestor's return—and that in itself was as difficult as transcendence!
It could even be said to be harder than transcendence.
For before that final step toward eternal freedom, the power that had once raised you up also became your heaviest shackle.
These years, he had toured the myriad heavens, watching those who came after surpass those before, watching others possess boundless possibilities, watching such young wave-riders steer their boats toward the farther shore... Though Heaven's heart was unfeeling and demonic intent bore no tenderness, regret could not help but stir within him.
When he said, "We are the challengers," he was clear-headed—and pierced by pain.
Hu Boqing glanced sideways at him. "What exactly did the Devil Master see in the lines of cause and effect? You even admitted yourself inferior, looking up to his heights—I've never seen that from you in all these years!"
The Emperor Devil