The Desolate Flame Sword Heir yearned for it, his heart pounding with anticipation.
He did not know why other Dao Children had come to the Time Rift. He had come to find more seventh-step Dao Children, fight them to the death, and break open the road to the limits of the eighth step.
The other Dao Children who practiced spells looked uneasy.
They did not want to be trapped in an endless war with no end in sight.
But they were not afraid to fight. Everything had to be seized through war, even for spell cultivators. They simply could not wage war for its own sake.
"Brother Tu Shan,"
"We should think this through."
The Blissful Union Holy Maiden urged him, "We don't know the situation or the terrain. We should make thorough preparations and choose the best moment before entering the battlefield."
"Thorough preparations?"
"Where in this world can you ever prepare for everything?"
The Desolate Flame Sword Heir gave a scornful laugh. "Since ancient times, everyone who built a great cause did so by breaking through trials and dangers. For us sword cultivators, the harder the trial, the sharper the edge it hones. So what if the odds are against us?"
"We draw our swords and fight until we die. Nothing more."
"Those who break through and advance take everything. Those who fail lose everything!"
He was an ambitious advocate for war, eager to gain everything from it. War itself was his opportunity.
"Oh, right,"
"Sword Heir."
The Desolate Flame Sword Heir remembered something. "According to a secret record from my sect, a faction in the Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven's imperial harem during this era seems to have ties to the Blissful Union Holy Land. That faction secretly played a deep part in the Mad Supreme Calamity. That