Listening to Zhou Yi ramble on before him, Ye Xiu felt as though he had heard a thoroughly clichéd old tale.
It was nothing more than someone, amid an age of song and dance, growing jealous of the benefits others possessed.
They clearly lacked sufficient talent and strength, yet at the same time were unwilling to put in greater effort.
Under such circumstances, what could they rely on if they wanted to turn things around?
The answer was obvious with a little thought.
Betrayal.
The blazing sun in the vault of heaven was naturally not something ordinary cultivators could touch.
No, to be precise, after truly coming into contact with two ancient beasts who held authority, Ye Xiu clearly understood that the blazing sun that appeared not so distant in the sky was actually another masterpiece of the Heavenly Dao.
Its authority had never once been exposed.
After all, without light, there was no fire; without fire, there was no life.
The Heavenly Dao had carved clear reality out of primordial chaos, and all things in the world were resisting its chaos.
Life and death cycled in order, and all authority within that cycle was the guarantee of its supreme status as the Heavenly Dao.
Even the Life Dao Rule Ye Xiu had encountered was merely one of its most obscure and unpopular branches, yet after successfully refining it, it could display power comparable to that of two or three overlapping Dao Rules.
The extent of its power was evident.
Returning to the earlier topic.
The blazing sun in the heavens was a private preserve of authority retained by the firmament itself. Such a private preserve would naturally never be leaked to others.
Then under what circumstances would a setting sun high in the sky fall to the earth, mountains