Did he regret it?
Golden light surged in Jiang Lin's clouded eyes, while beneath his withered skin, roaring waves of flame seemed to churn.
"To be honest, Senior, I am indeed somewhat afraid." Jiang Lin gave a bitter smile.
The more deeply he cultivated the Four-Part Method, the clearer his grasp of the greater tide became.
And over the past two years, as Taiping Dao governed the realm, many Immortal Dao Seeds who had received inheritances joined Taiping Dao. Gradually, he came to understand the true terror of this world.
Not to mention those reclusive Profound Penetration Golden Immortals—even those Dao Integration cultivators who had yet to enter the world were far beyond his ability to contend with.
Using the alchemy method to forge the power of divine blessings into Dharma forms, he could advance no further after reaching one hundred and eight divine spirits!
He had also tried replacing them with more powerful divine blessings, but their might could at most reach the Void Return level...
Beyond that, he simply could not touch.
As for his own cultivation, even with the aid of the Divine Path's origin, he had only advanced by a single minor realm...
Of course, that rate of progress could not be called slow.
But the rolling tide of the age crushed onward. It would never halt simply because he could not keep up.
With the possibility of his own demise in mind, how could he not be afraid...
"But..." Jiang Lin's hunched back straightened somewhat. "This is what my heart is set upon. Even if I die ten thousand deaths, I will have no regrets!"
"Those words sound as though you deliberately said them for me to hear." Hong Sovereign looked at him meaningfully.
"I would not dare deceive you, Senior." He forced out an