At those words, Ye Tianming's expression shifted slightly, and his aura abruptly became unfathomable.
Yu Sande suddenly felt uneasy, unsure whether he had said something ill-timed.
He was somewhat surprised by his own reaction. He was a senior figure in a great sect, someone who could chat and laugh freely even before a Heaven-Tier Powerhouse. Now that he had ascended to heaven tier himself, he should not have felt uneasy before anyone.
But a moment later, Ye Tianming spoke in a quiet, distant voice. "We cultivators wrest our lives from heaven. Even the path called spirit-taming and borrowed arts, which relies on external power, depends on our own diligent cultivation. It is only the limitations of our era that leave us inferior to the Ancient Cultivators."
"Yet that one seeks the Heavenly Dao, bringing all things and living beings under his control. In that case, regardless of our origins, cultivation, or strength, if we wish to hold mighty power within ourselves rather than be constrained by the Heavenly Dao, we will inevitably take the road of opposing him. In time, you will understand that none of us has had any other choice for a long while."
"Though we are not members of the Supreme Heaven Sect, in truth, we have gone even further than they have. We will have many more opportunities to join forces, but for now, I will help you resolve your immediate trouble."
With that, he suddenly extended his hand.
Ye Tianming looked like a young man, his appearance forever fixed at the moment he attained heaven tier. His hand, too, was as fair as jade, seeming to gleam.
The instant Yu Sande saw that hand, he heard a sound like muffled thunder. He immediately understood that beneath Ye Tianming's flesh, blood as dense as mercury was