The Great Void.
Tiantuo let out another strange laugh, as piercing as a night owl's cry:
"I thought you truly had the resolve to abandon everything in pursuit of the Dao."
"That isn't me."
Xu Xuan remained calm as he said leisurely:
"Others may be like that, but I'm not, nor do I need to imitate them."
"You're too greedy."
Tiantuo's tone changed, becoming heavy as iron:
"The more you care about, the more weaknesses you may have in the future. Perhaps it would be better if you acted more ruthlessly."
"Let them try."
Xu Xuan watched the mountains and rivers rapidly shrink in the distance, a sharp majesty in his eyes:
"If I can disregard my Dao Lineage and my family today, would I really be able to care for all living beings under heaven tomorrow? I dislike weighing benefits like that. I am greedy; I want to hold everything in my grasp. But if anyone tries to force my hand... they had better be ready to bleed and suffer."
Tiantuo fell silent.
Xu Xuan did indeed have the right to say this. In the present age, a cultivator who had perfected altar thunder could tower over all beneath heaven. Any Purple Mansion cultivator who ran into him risked death.
Xu Xuan was certainly no orthodox heir of a Golden Core lineage, but his path to his present cultivation had been paved with blood and bones. Step by step, he had reached the summit in this age of chaos.
This was majesty earned through actual slaughter!
Still, Tiantuo sometimes felt it was a pity. Had Xu Xuan cultivated another Dao Lineage, he might well have been preparing to seek the Golden Position by now. Perhaps his prospects would even have been clearer.
What about cultivating one of the Yin-Yang