The pressure seemed to come from some deeper, vaster existence, as though the will of heaven and earth were answering his words, scrutinizing the creature who dared utter such wild defiance.
Mo Qianshan felt his scalp prickle and cold sweat stream down his back. He could sense an invisible gaze descending from the unseen, coldly watching this secret chamber, watching this old man who dared challenge heaven and earth.
Yet Han Zongwang merely sat there quietly, utterly still.
His inborn, sky-swamping presence and the terrifying power capable of overturning a nation were all compressed within his withered frame, sealed without the slightest leakage, until he seemed no more than a decrepit old man whose candle guttered in the wind.
A moment later, the edge in his eyes that looked down upon the world slowly dimmed like a candle burning out, sinking into stillness.
"Only..."
He sighed softly, his voice carrying a helplessness and desolation no one could understand. "At my level, outside intervention becomes entangled in karma and does the Great Dao no good."
He raised his withered hand and slowly clenched it before him. That bony fist, its veins protruding, seemed to grasp a prison from which there was no escape-a cage erected by heaven and earth, Heaven's Way's restraint upon the strong.
Hide one's light and bide one's time.
The phrase suddenly rose in Mo Qianshan's mind. He gazed deeply at this legendary Great Grandmaster, watching the sharpness in his eyes flare again and again, only to be forcibly suppressed each time. Conflicting emotions churned within him; he could not say whether he felt awe or sorrow.
"Li Xingzhi could have ascended many years ago. He seems to know something, so he has kept his cultivation forcibly suppressed and remained in this world..."
Han Zongwang said quietly, "That