When Huang Tian soared into the sky and radiated crimson light, countless people in the real world felt their hearts tremble.
"How is that any different from the Sun God in myth and legend?"
"I'm more and more convinced Mr. Huang isn't from our world. I can't believe someone could possess such immense power yet choose to stay hidden all this time. It makes no sense—"
"That's where you're wrong. Cultivators cultivate their state of mind and character, not just power. If he focuses on cultivating his character, wealth and rank naturally won't matter much to him.
"Besides, how do you know he hasn't enjoyed wealth and honor before? Perhaps he was a prince or noble thousands or hundreds of years ago, and the history books simply didn't record much about him. Once you've had your fill of luxury, you tire of it. Even in a technological age, you wouldn't deliberately chase it."
"Hmm, you do have a point. Maybe thousands of years ago, he was a prince of some dynasty, or even the founder of an empire. But he didn't want his name in the histories, or he used a false one, so we never discovered he existed."
"More than any of that, I'm curious how strong the demons in the capital are. This is a high-level dungeon, after all."
"No matter how strong they are, they can't be stronger than Mr. Huang. That crimson light fills the sky—who wouldn't fear such power? I don't believe the demons are stronger than him."
"So there's a ninety-nine percent chance he can clear this dungeon. I wonder if there are even higher-level dungeons after it?"
"I hope not. All I want now is for Mr. Huang to clear the Destiny Game completely and bring it to an end."
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