Chu Jin had gone mad.
Nine Li The Human World erupted in an uproar. No one had imagined that the climactic battle countless spectators had anticipated for nearly a year would end with Chu Jin succumbing to his inner demons and automatically forfeiting.
Although, before he was automatically declared the loser, Chu Jin had already lost to the Ancient Emperor Successor. Everyone had seen it clearly. Had the Divine Avatar wearing the Nine-Dragon Crown not withdrawn its power of reincarnation at the crucial moment, Chu Jin would probably have perished within that terrifying Finger Shadow long ago...
Still, the spectators of Nine Li The Human World genuinely ached for this extraordinary genius who could open nine meridians of immortal radiance. It was not that they could not accept his defeat, but that they could not bear to watch him succumb to his demons and be utterly ruined by it.
People cherished talent, and sympathized even more with the "weak," or rather, the defeated.
The spectators truly could not understand why a peerless talent nurtured by the Immortal Wave Sect harbored an obsession comparable to those of evil demons and heretics!
Should a son of an immortal sect not have a heart devoted to the Dao, a supreme state of tranquil detachment? How could he care so much about a momentary gain or loss, becoming trapped in obsession and succumbing to demons? Did that not make him just like any ordinary mortal?
"What a pity. How foolish. Opening nine meridians at fourth grade-what would it matter if he never obtained the Emperor's inheritance? With such talent, he was certain to reach sixth grade someday. Even touching the realm of divine prohibition wasn't impossible. Why insist on clinging to this one victory or defeat?" a talented young man remarked with deep regret.