Marshal Canopy and the Curtain-Rolling General both nodded after hearing this. They showed no fear; like Goku, they remained calm.
They also knew this matter would be far from simple and fraught with danger, but they were not afraid.
In life, there were always things worth throwing oneself into without regard for one's own safety. Even if it cost them their lives, so what?
When you risked everything for something you believed was right and meaningful, even if you died, you would have no regrets. Instead, you would feel that you had no regrets in life, that this life had been worthwhile.
Though Marshal Canopy and the others did not fully understand what this true struggle was about, they knew that this journey to prove the Dao was not only for themselves, but for all living beings in the Three Realms.
Back then, they had cultivated from insignificant mortals into powerful immortals. What had it been for? Not merely to possess great power.
Great power was only their means. Their goal was to use that power to protect the Three Realms.
They were all people with chivalrous hearts. When they had still been ordinary people, they had loved to travel a thousand miles with swords in hand, killing a man every ten steps.
Later, they discovered that this world contained demons and immortals, beings far stronger than themselves. They were no match for them, so they embarked upon a harsh, lonely path of cultivation, fraught with countless difficulties. Who knew how much pain they endured, how many years passed, how many times they stumbled, how much dust they swallowed? At last, they reached the Heavenly Court that all beings in the Three Realms longed for and became a part of it.
Marshal Canopy became a Heavenly Soldier. In the Heavenly