Ma Dao repeated himself, "If there's danger, withdraw immediately!"
Yet the light surging in his eyes was clearly the complete opposite of his words.
Though he was an Inner Disciple, like Yu Ke and the others, he had climbed up step by step from the Outer Sect. He knew best how arduous and difficult that path had been.
If a person had mediocre aptitude, a shallow family background, and no one to support them, then the road of cultivation would only grow harder with every step.
No matter how diligent and hardworking a low-level cultivator was, there were limits in the end. To rise above the rest, one could only stake everything on a single gamble.
That was also why he had insisted on entering the Hidden Immortal Land.
He wanted to fight for a stroke of fortune, a fortune that could allow him to prove the Dao and become a Grand True Person.
Only then could he truly change his station, earning lasting honor and glory for his Lineage and future generations.
For any child of a humble household, if an ancestor had once produced a Grand True Person and brought glory to the family name, that too was what they sought their entire lives.
Yu Ke did not possess such an obsession.
Ever since he had broken through the mystery of the shattered embryo stirring, all he sought was freedom and ease.
Still, he also understood that the road of cultivation was like treading on thin ice. He had to remain cautious at every step and alert at all times.
Only then could he refine treasure artifacts and ultimately join the ranks of great cultivators.
Sword Soul's group entered this place. As far as the eye could see were charred, broken trees, while beneath their feet lay a