Old Man Tianji drew a deep breath. As he looked at the Human Realm's many experts, his murky old eyes were filled with understanding.
"So, only he can walk this Dao to the end!"
"Not because his talent is the greatest, but because behind him stands the entire Human Realm!"
"It is the Human Realm's prodigies, with their unreserved trust, who have forged this Dao for him!"
"This Dao does not belong to him alone—it belongs to the entire Human Realm!"
"The stronger the Human Realm becomes, the stronger he becomes!"
On the arena, Di Cang looked at the dozen-plus avatars surrounding him, at the utterly different Dao auras emanating from each one—yet all of them equally capable of making his heart tremble.
At last, a trace of despair appeared on his savage face.
He knew that he had lost again!
Even if he had fallen into the Demon Dao.
Even if he possessed both the supreme inheritances of Heaven's Sin and Creation!
Even if he had broken through to become a Fourth-Epoch King!
He had still lost!
Lost utterly and completely!
What he faced was not one person at all, but the most dazzling and powerful generation of prodigies in the entire Human Realm!
What he faced was a pack of monsters who could unhesitatingly entrust their backs and their lives to one another!
Was this the Human Realm's strongest monstrous genius?
It shook antiquity and blazed through the present!
Who could stand against them?
"No..."
Di Cang's voice was hoarse, his pitch-black eyes filled with unwillingness and madness.
"I haven't lost yet... I haven't lost yet!!"
He suddenly raised his head, and the demonic qi around him surged madly as if in a final flash before death!
Without regard for anything else, he poured the remaining power of