This Great Dao was so resplendent, so dazzling.
Though compared to Xu Zimo's Divine Continent True Fate World, it still fell far short.
It nevertheless proved that the True Martial Progenitor had already touched the brink of creation.
Once he could truly create—
Create a world where every person was a dragon, that would prove he was not far from the Twelve Dao Meridian Gates.
No wonder he dared to fell Heaven.
With such strength, while he could not be called invincible beneath the heavens, he was still a rarity in all the world.
"What a headache," the Sacred Ancestor muttered, shaking his head.
"Why did people like you emerge every few eras?
You truly never let this world rest in peace."
"In this world, some will always be dogs, while some will always seek to become heroes," the True Martial Progenitor said blandly.
"Though I possess the strength of but one man.
I am still willing to be like a candle, burning out only at death."
"When one general succeeds, ten thousand bones wither. But do you know whether you are the general or one of those bones?" the Sacred Ancestor asked calmly.
"It is not important. What is important is..." The True Martial Progenitor's eyes shone.
He was incomparably earnest.
"What matters is that I am walking the road toward becoming either general or bone. That process—
Is the meaning of my existence.
It will be brighter than light, more penetrating than darkness.
I am eternity itself."
"People like you are all mad," the Sacred Ancestor snorted coldly.
He could not be bothered to waste any more words.
With a wave of his hand, immense power gathered in his palm.
"Lesser Six Paths of Reincarnation!"
As the Sacred Ancestor's voice fell,
Six gates instantly appeared in the sky.