Only in desperate straits could brilliance be forged; only under crushing pressure could glory bloom.
Since the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had entered the Dharma-Ending Age, the nine heavens and ten lands had become the cosmic starry sky, and the Human Dao was all this world had left.
Yet there were always those of supreme talent who could swim against the current in such an age, shatter every shackle, and walk the path to eternal life.
Some died in silence, like the Dao Emperor, whose name had never been heard.
Across the long history of the Shrouding the Heavens World, he was certainly not the only one to walk that path, only to die without a sound.
There were many like him.
Take Lingbao Heavenly Venerable. Apart from those who had attained the Dao, who knew he had left himself a way to live another lifetime in a later era?
The ages stretched on, and Heavenly Venerables, Ancient Emperors, and Great Emperors were numerous. Beyond the few famous figures, had none of the others who attained the Dao set foot on the path to eternal life?
Surely some had.
They simply had not succeeded. Those who had once been invincible died alone in the dark.
No one knew they had struggled along that path too.
Others endured a long silence, long years of accumulation, and endless loneliness before finally breaking free of the cocoon as butterflies and bursting forth with a light of their own.
The God Emperor was one of them.
After drinking a pot of tea and cracking through a plate of Sunflower Seeds, Meng Chuan decided to go have a heart-to-heart with the God Emperor.
The Heavenly Secrets showed that the God Emperor was in fairly good condition now. Even if Meng Chuan went to see