Had he not entered the demonic path, Fu Qingshan would have been nothing more than an ordinary rogue cultivator, with no hope of reaching his present realm.
The two of them would probably have turned to dust long ago, most likely dying during some search for resources.
Yet standing idly by would also have left an eternal regret in his Dao heart, making perfection impossible.
Without her beside him on the road to immortality, immortality itself would lose much of its meaning.
"Perhaps you are the fatal tribulation I was destined to face."
Watching Zheng Yanran's corpse fall to the ground, Fu Qingshan was terrifyingly calm.
As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he seemed to have many choices, but in truth, he had never had a choice at all.
In the end, he had walked the road fate laid out for him.
Unless he was willing to remain an ordinary rogue cultivator and spend his brief hundred years of life that way.
Precisely because he had crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, killed countless people, and lived amid constant schemes, he dared not trust any cultivator.
That affection from his past was all the more precious for it.
At this moment, beneath the dazzling radiance of the true treasures, even this demonic overlord who had roamed the world for centuries seemed insignificant.
Or rather, before unfathomable fate, even a Nascent Soul True Lord was utterly insignificant.
Any rogue cultivator who experienced Old Monster Qingshan's circumstances would probably have taken the same path.
As he drove the Setting Sun Golden Rainbow Spear forward, this thought flashed through Liu Yu's mind.
Given a rogue cultivator's aptitude and the resources available to them, more than ninety-nine percent would fall before the Foundation Establishment bottleneck if they cultivated step by step.
They had