A Mortal Heart

"Once Heaven-Abandoning Dao Lord recovers in three hundred years, we can come back and reclaim the Eastern Wilderness."

"Foolishness!"

Upon hearing this, the master of Heaven's Edge Sea Pavilion could not help but say sharply, "This old man can wait three hundred years, but can the billions of human lives in the Eastern Sea Cultivation World wait another three hundred years?"

"Is this old man more important, or are the billions of living beings in the Eastern Sea Cultivation World more important?"

The old senior's tone was unusually stern, as though he hated that iron could not become steel.

His expression was incomparably solemn as he fixed his gaze on Chen Nianzhi. "The Devil Race has no ninth-level Primordial Spirit cultivator at present. This is the best time for us to strike."

"Do you know that if we miss this rare opportunity because of this old man, I will never rest in peace even in death?"

"Senior!"

Chen Nianzhi's eyes reddened. Countless words seemed to fill his heart, yet none could be spoken.

He could only stand there quietly, clasping the master of Heaven's Edge Sea Pavilion's hand in silence.

Seeing how stubborn he was, the master of Heaven's Edge Sea Pavilion could not help but sigh inwardly.

He softened his tone and looked steadily at Chen Nianzhi. "You may seem sharp by nature, but you are far too sentimental."

"Your Dao heart is a mortal heart. Cultivating the Dao with a mortal heart, you are destined to experience the myriad karmic ties of the mortal world and bear the suffering of worldly dust."

At this point, the master of Heaven's Edge Sea Pavilion sighed. "This is your Dao heart, but it is also your weak point. Perhaps one day, you will enter a tribulation because of it."

"I would