"Cultivators defy heaven, with endless lifespans, endless ambitions, and endless desires."
"Over a trillion years, who can guarantee that anyone will remain unchanged forever?"
"During all those years you spent asleep, that invincible expert... is he really still the person you knew back then?"
The hooded man did not answer, but his fingers tightened.
The movement was so slight that almost no one noticed, but Xiao Yan did.
His guess had been right!
Then he would keep breaking down the man's Dao Heart!
"Third."
"In the Cultivation World, the weak are meat for the strong."
"You understand that better than I do, Senior."
"Right now, you occupy a body you've seized. Your Dao fruit, your physical body, and your foundation are all kept in one place."
"And only one person knows where that place is."
"Only one person has the power to protect it."
"What if..."
"What if that invincible expert covets something of yours?"
"Such as..."
"Your Dao fruit?"
"Your physical body?"
"The Origin you've accumulated over a trillion years?"
"Or..."
Xiao Yan's lips curved. "Your seed that leads to the Emperor Realm?"
Those three questions were like three sharp blades, stabbing straight into the deepest recesses of the hooded man's heart.
The hooded man fell silent.
This silence was different from his earlier composure, different from his earlier indifference.
It was the kind of silence that came only when someone's deepest unease had been touched.
His breathing still seemed steady, but beneath that steadiness, a careful listener could hear the faintest irregularity.
His aura remained restrained, but upon closer examination, an indescribable fluctuation churned within it.
Xiao Yan's words were like a key.
A key he had never imagined.
Yet that key had opened the door in the deepest recesses of his heart.
Behind that door lay a