Sacred Heavenly Emperor!
This lifetime had only just begun, yet someone had already proclaimed himself emperor with an invincible bearing, sitting back to await challenges from all the heroes under heaven. How arrogant, how utterly audacious.
Yet Guan Cheng, the Saint pinned to the city gate by a single spear thrust, proved that man's invincible strength.
The defiance of the weak only became a laughingstock, while the strong doing as they pleased was regarded as confidence.
Some Saints looked at Guan Cheng and felt his suffering as their own, unable to suppress the fox's grief at the rabbit's death. They were all heroes of their own regions, hailed as heaven's favored sons in their homelands. But after setting foot on the Ancient Starry Road, their former glory had vanished, and they had become stepping stones for Overlord and the Sacred Body.
"The Emperor Path is too merciless. Only a handful get to shine. We are merely the embellishments..."
A middle-aged Saint sighed. Guan Cheng was not weak; on the contrary, he stood out among Saints and possessed considerable talent.
An ordinary Saint would have collapsed after a single defeat at Overlord's hands, losing all conviction. Yet Guan Cheng had summoned the courage to challenge the equally invincible Sacred Body. That required a Dao Heart strong enough to sustain him.
Even so, in the eyes of those imperial stars high above, they were merely minor figures.
"On the path of cultivation, I listen to my own funeral song. The glory of an entire region amounts to nothing more than a supporting role in someone else's story, falling with the wind, unable to find a direction."
The two-hundred-year-old Saint sobbed. In the blink of an eye, his hair turned white. This was a change in his state of mind. His former vigor