"Human desires were boundless and endless."
"Once you comprehended a system, you wanted to create a race of your own."
"And after creating your own race, what would you do next? Become the ruler of this world?"
Nine Suns High Person asked in return.
"Why not?" the King of the Underworld replied.
"Cultivation had no end. We cultivated either to achieve immortality or to wield power over the world.
There had to be a goal, after all."
"And what was your goal?"
"You only wanted to create your own Great Dao system. You had already done that—what came next?"
"There always had to be new goals in life."
Nine Suns High Person did not refute the King of the Underworld's words.
Instead, he said, "You have yet to comprehend the essence of the Great Dao.
"Once you truly comprehend it, you will understand that the Great Dao is without end."
"To roam the sea of the Great Dao was enough to spend an entire lifetime pursuing."
The King of the Underworld gave a bitter laugh.
He said, "I truly do not understand. I only know that if a man did not act for himself, Heaven and Earth would destroy him.
"To act for Heaven and Earth? That was impossible."
"Different paths could not be traveled together. Why say any more?"
Nine Suns High Person shook his head slightly.
The power around him surged once more.
That power condensed into a sword.
A sword that slew ghosts.
In essence, although the King of the Underworld had created the Nether Clan and possessed immense ambition, his abilities were still insufficient to support him to this point.
Thus, at his core, he remained part of the ghost race.
He had not truly transformed the Nether Clan from its genes and bloodline.
As a