A Gamble!

In the dim room, Gao Xian sat down in the chair Dao Hong Dao Venerable had occupied moments ago. Casually, he picked up the copy of the Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Joyous Union Grand Ode that Dao Hong Dao Venerable had left on the tea table.

The pages were brand-new. It was obvious that Dao Hong Dao Venerable was not much of a reader.

Gao Xian had guessed that Dao Hong had come to lecture him. What he had not expected was that the old Daoist's political lesson would be so good—at an exceptionally high level.

In his previous life, he had lived in an age of deconstructed culture, where anything could be turned into a joke. It seemed to make life a little easier.

Gao Xian had never liked things that were too sacred, glorious, or great. Mainly because they frightened him—frightened him with the reflection of his own mediocrity and cowardice, his own insignificance and weakness.

In this life, his cultivation was formidable, far surpassing those of his generation. Even so, he had never possessed the awareness or resolve to be a hero.

He merely held fast to his own bottom line and did not commit evil, however small.

He also knew that he could be somewhat narrow-minded. He mulled things over before acting and had too many reservations, lacking that heroic, domineering spirit that could swallow heaven and earth and tower over the firmament.

When he had come to the Heaven-Human Covenant assembly, Gao Xian had truly not been thinking of the countless lives of the Nine Provinces. He had only come to fulfill an agreement. This was his small righteousness.

Only after following Zhi Zhen along the East Sea coast and witnessing firsthand the tragic sight of not a single person remaining across millions of miles