Ascension was the ultimate dream of everyone who knew the Great Thousand World existed.
Once they stood at the peak of a world, power, longevity, authority, wealth, and beauty were all within reach. It was as though they possessed the whole world.
Only one thing was lost: anticipation for the future.
In the mortal world, the passion, fighting spirit, and perseverance that princes and generals possessed as they rose were, for the most part, worn away by time once they reached the top. They grew content with what they had.
I've fought wars my whole life. Can't I enjoy myself?
But those strong enough to reach the peak of a world would never be content to stop advancing. The blood in their hearts would not grow cold.
A cultivator's life blazed with color through battle, gained boundless weight through the Great Dao, and remained forever thrilling through the unknown.
As long as their hearts had not died, as long as they still lived, every seeker of the Dao would always be on the road.
Of the Dou Qi Continent's three former peak Human Race experts—Xiao Xuan, Soul Heavenly Emperor, and Gu Yuan—Gu Yuan was the one most content to take it easy. Yet even he wanted to climb another step from the top of a hundred-foot pole.
Good or evil, every ascender from a Lower Plane was an outstanding hero. The natives of the Great Thousand World all acknowledged this.
The people of the Luo God Clan had gained a clearer understanding of that fact recently.
People from Lower Planes were monsters.
Above a side hall of the Luo Shen Imperial Palace, a vortex of spiritual energy towered tens of thousands of feet high. It pierced the heavens, its summit nowhere in sight.
It spun violently, gathering spiritual energy from