"It is."
Chen Nianzhi nodded, then glanced once more at Lord Sorrow-Seal, unable to suppress the regret in his eyes.
Lord Sorrow-Seal possessed extraordinary talent. As a True Lord of the human race, he had undergone nirvana and become a tiny snail of the Demon Race.
With the body of a lowly bloodline snail, he had embarked upon the path of cultivation and ultimately become the mighty Lord Sorrow-Seal, renowned across an entire region.
Had he not lacked a breath of innate maternal womb qi and been unable to break through into the Primordial Spirit realm, he would likely have long since cultivated to the ninth level of the Primordial Spirit, perhaps even gaining the qualifications to challenge the path of ascension.
He sighed, then said, "With your talent, you should have gone far beyond this. What a pity. You brought Sacred Lord Dao Yan to fruition, yet buried your own future."
Lord Sorrow-Seal fell silent at those words. To be fair, who did not wish to take another step forward?
After a moment of silence, he said calmly, "Without Master, I should have died in the demonic calamity more than twenty thousand years ago."
"In exchange for my own path, I gained Master the esteemed title of Sacred Lord. I bear no resentment in my heart."
"Is that so?"
Chen Nianzhi sighed and shook his head. "If you truly bore no resentment, you would not have hidden from him all these years."
"After you left, Ji Daoyan regretted it for many years. If he knew you were still alive, he would certainly pour every effort into making up for the regrets of that year."
"Master..."
Lord Sorrow-Seal's heart trembled, and a glimmer of tears flashed in his eyes.
He turned away, but in the end sighed. "My life has