Vast Heaven and Earth, Dao Arts Unfettered

Xian Jue sat sprawled in the bitter cold beneath the falling snow, his gaze cold and hollow, as though he had merged with the bleak, frigid snowscape.

The drifting snow was like silver, coldness permeating the air. It settled upon him in a thin white layer, as impossible to wipe away as the despair in his heart.

Snowflakes fluttered down around him, turning into icy specks without a trace of warmth, as though mocking the embarrassment and poverty within his heart.

He sat alone in the snow, as though the entire world had grown distant from him and he could no longer find a place that belonged to him. The joy of growing stronger and the exhilaration of gaining the Dao Ancestor's recognition had already vanished like smoke. At this moment, he felt only boundless emptiness and loss.

Snow filled the heavens, falling all around him and forming a lonely, desolate world.

A colossal debt of five hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones... their Lineage would go bankrupt.

Xian Jue stared at those snowflakes, as though he saw his own hopelessness and dead end. Every flake represented the pain and helplessness in his heart, making him feel unable to escape the shackles of fate.

He slowly rose and dropped to his knees, spreading his hands to face the heavy snow. Countless emotions and countless words condensed into one miserable howl: "No~~~!!!"

Buzz—

That immense, sorrowful cry echoed in every direction. The mountains trembled, and flocks of spirit birds shook their heads before flying away. This giant seemed to have gone mad from a cultivation deviation.

In the distance.

Chen Xun and Black Bull faintly heard that shrill howl. Their laughter grew even louder before gradually being swallowed by the sound of wind and snow. Still, Chen Xun rather liked Xian Jue.