"Are you going to take that step too?"
"So you're finally taking that step? Good luck."
"Hiss, I'm so envious."
Upon the Emperor Road, a group of Primordial Unity Golden Immortals rose to their feet, standing upon the Emperor Road as they watched Sword Venerable's retreating back.
There was no other emotion on their faces—only envy.
This fellow was finally about to take that final step.
As Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, breaking through had been the dream of their entire lives.
They were like little fish trapped in a tiny pond, all longing to leave that pond and behold the vast sea.
And now, Sword Venerable had taken that final step.
Would he step into the Zenith Heaven realm and finally break free of the mire?
Or would he perish, his Dao vanishing with him?
"Alas, at least he still has a choice. What a pity that we do not even have the room to choose."
A Primordial Unity Golden Immortal expert sighed.
They were the ones suffering most.
They knew better than anyone that there was no hope for them to become Daluo Golden Immortals in this lifetime.
Yet they were unwilling to disperse the cultivation they had accumulated.
Every day, they did work that led nowhere; every day, they put on the pretense of striving, trying to deceive themselves.
Compared to Sword Venerable, they were the most pitiable lot.
"Alas."
Hearing this, the other Primordial Unity Golden Immortal experts all let out sighs.
Having lived for so long and watched winds rise and clouds surge throughout the Star River Cosmos, they had long since grown weary.
Even so, they would rather sleep—rather slumber forever—than give up this cultivation.
Only those who had experienced it firsthand knew how hard-won this cultivation was.
It truly had not come easily.
Sword