"I knew all along that these waters ran deep, but I never imagined they ran this deep. According to you, Senior, the essence Zhu Wu left behind contains a small pit in plain sight: competing for supremacy and opportunities, where the powerhouses behind the various factions could crush us with a single finger at any moment. Hidden beneath it is the great pit of the Heavenly Court's Apotheosis, where, after exhausting every scheme, we only end up scheming away our own lives.
"Those mighty experts, whether good or evil, righteous or wicked, of the immortal or demonic paths, are none of them easy to deal with..."
Li Ling could not help looking skyward and sighing deeply. As he voiced his feelings, he also stole a discreet glance at the Daoist who had been counseling him so earnestly.
The man had certainly told him all this partly out of kindness toward a junior, but on closer consideration, how could he rule out the possibility that this was yet another pit?
Still, Li Ling knew perfectly well that reaching this point was entirely his own doing.
The Old Ancestor had long since arranged for him to stay far away overseas and avoid getting involved, yet he had relied on his innate divine ability of soul projection to wander about recklessly.
Walk enough roads at night, and sooner or later you would run into ghosts. Inevitably, he had stumbled across the activities of demonic cultivators. One thing had led to another, tangling him in layer upon layer of karma, and then his appetite had driven him to snatch a dragon soul fruit to eat.
Then... then things had turned out like this.
But then again, if the arrangements here had continued for ten thousand years and encompassed the entire cultivation world, the Old