We're All Out Here Making a Name for Ourselves

At that moment, Gai Jiuyou's eyes went red. He looked exactly like a man who had fawned over a goddess for eight thousand years only to be rejected. A faint sadness came first, but it soon turned into blazing fury!

I've searched for you for eight thousand years, and you don't even know who I am?

They were all out here making a name for themselves. Reputation mattered more than life!

What did "an emperor must not be insulted" and "a Supreme Being must not be slighted" come down to, if not saving face?

In the Dharma-Ending Era, no one ascended to immortality. Immortality had become something one could long for but never reach, while the Immortal Realm was so elusive that hope was nearly impossible to see.

Attaining the Dao and becoming an emperor, standing invincible beneath heaven, leaving a name in history—these had become the ultimate goals.

A person left a name behind; a goose left its cry.

To live on in the hearts of all beings and be praised by generations was another kind of undying existence.

"Gai Jiuyou. Gai Jiuyou of the Central Plains!" His gaze deepened as he said gravely, "I sought to attain the Dao after the Azure Emperor passed away."

"The one who crossed a tribulation eight or nine thousand years ago?"

The Chaotic Green Lotus seemed to remember. So it was that stubborn young fool who had forced his way through an Emperor Tribulation despite the Great Dao's suppression.

People like Gai Jiuyou were rare even across the ages. That was why he deserved to be called a legend.

Any ordinary prodigy would have waited out that Lifetime and chosen an age without a Great Emperor to attain the Dao. Someone at Quasi-Emperor Ninth Heaven was not a Great Emperor in the