Tian Anping naturally recognized Longing.
Even now, the sensation still lingered in his throat; he still remembered the sharpness of this famed sword of All-Under-Heaven City.
That sword strike in the East Sea had left him gazing into the distance for a long, long time, becoming an unsolved riddle in his life to this day.
Now, this sword appeared at his heart, advancing along almost the same path—on the same straight line, with the same unstoppable force that crushed all before it.
The only difference was...
This strike was slower, yet more resolute.
And there was no longer a Qi State that haunted the sword wielder's heart, one for which he could harbor such concern!
From man to devil, from the East Sea of The Present World to Flying Immortal Ridge in the Wild Tomb of Ten Thousand Worlds—Tian Anping, what exactly had you changed?
Seeking knowledge, seeking truth, seeking the Dao, seeking answers.
He had not hesitated to fall into devilry, casting himself toward the Devil Ancestor and a destiny without solution. At last, he had gone from the bewildered world of True Insight to the pinnacle, ascending to sainthood... yet the gap had somehow only grown wider.
"I feel regret."
Tian Anping clearly felt death approaching, yet remained calm in a way that was almost strange.
For life and death were the final chip, and "being alive" was the foundation of seeking truth. Thus, he had never truly driven himself into a dead end; every apparent gamble with death had left ample room to retreat.
That time in the East Sea, he had known Jiang Wang would not kill him, that Qi State would not let him die. That time in the Heavenly Prison, he had known Seven Hates would come.
The madness of his past life had