"Why! Why! I'm already an Immortal!" Dressed entirely in red, Ling Feng stood on the lake's surface, venting his fury in a frenzy.
Confusion, venom, resentment...
He had clearly integrated his Dao with the Mortal World, so why had he still failed?
Like merchandise picked out for purchase, he was at another's mercy!
Could ordinary people never resist their own fate?
Slumping miserably onto the lake's surface, Ling Feng stared at the mirrorlike scenery around him. Gone was his former confidence that everything lay within his grasp; in its place was even greater hatred for the world.
He had been imprisoned in that void for countless years, lying low within the Ring, enduring humiliation and bearing his burdens.
At last, his schemes had brought him within a single step of becoming an Immortal, only for someone to pluck the fruits of his efforts and cast him aside like garbage!
He could not accept it!
He truly could not accept it!
His plans had been seamless as a heavenly robe, yet in the end, he had lost to Heavenly Fate?
"Hahaha! My whole life has been a joke!" Ling Feng lay on his back on the lake's surface, suddenly finding it all pointless.
He was just like some clownish supporting character in a book, leaping and scrambling about.
No matter how hard he tried, he was certain to die at the protagonist's hands in the end.
If he became the supreme existence and absorbed every cultivator, turning this world into one without cultivators, everyone would have to rely on hard work alone to succeed.
Would a world of everyone like dragons not be good?
Ling Feng had never believed there was anything wrong with his thinking. This was the justice in his heart.
Unfortunately, this world had never known fairness. In