After only a few exchanges, Sword Martial Venerable and Daoist Yuqing seemed to have found a clash in their beliefs, and their conversation had almost become an argument. Although Lu Feng and Sun Jiuyang felt somewhat out of place, neither had any intention of excusing himself. They only hoped the two would reveal more secrets.
After hearing Daoist Yuqing's words, Sword Martial Venerable shook his head. "I have no interest in the position of Supreme. Controlling heaven and earth is even further from what I want to do.
"A cultivator cultivates his practice and his heart. It is enough to do right by yourself. Don't talk about controlling heaven and earth with every breath. Heaven and earth are not so easily controlled."
Daoist Yuqing showed no intention of giving up. "We have lived through one more epoch than they have, and possess something higher. We have a better chance of attaining the position of Supreme than they do. Why shouldn't we try?"
Sword Martial Venerable sighed. "What does living through another epoch matter? Every age produces mighty figures of its own. Those who began cultivating earlier are not necessarily stronger than those who came later."
"The Three-Foot Sword burst onto the scene and eclipsed so many so-called elders.
"Countless heroes stepped forward, one after another. Even Supremes from untold tens of thousands of years ago emerged from ancient history, yet the one who finally contended with the Great Dao was Chen Pan, who had cultivated for only about a thousand years.
"Junior Brother Hong, if this age no longer belongs to us, don't force your way into it."
Daoist Yuqing looked at Sword Martial Venerable and asked with utmost seriousness, "By your reasoning, Senior Brother, should we do nothing at all? Find somewhere to build a hut and cultivate, living