"Do not stray from the path. The Pollen Path, the strongest path, is fundamentally about relying on yourself!"
Before heading to the end of the Pollen Path to suppress the strange, an old man with dim eyes offered a warning. His white hair was stained with blood, plastered to his aged face.
"Our true path unlocks the 'treasures' within our bodies and awakens our own 'immortal.' We rely on ourselves!" another old man said hoarsely.
"Only because heaven and earth were too heavily polluted and the enemy's corruption ran too deep did we have no choice but to use catalysts, introduce pollen, and blaze this path. But never put the branches before the roots. Do not blindly worship pollen or unusual fruits."
"They are merely the process and means of reaching the highest realm, a transition that paves the way. Without pollution, we could awaken the 'immortal' ourselves. That is the strongest path!"
They really were the pioneers of the Pollen Path! It was because of them that the catalyst method existed in later ages.
Though these old men looked haggard and pitiful, they had once been peerless powerhouses. Their weathered faces bore the marks of time and struggle.
"Still, do not abandon pollen either. It brought hope, after all. So long as you do not stray from the path, pollen can still serve you."
"All right, it is getting late. We should go. That person's blood has blocked the source. We cannot fall behind either."
The old men took one last look at Jiang Zhu, then turned and continued onward without a word.
Their clothes were ragged and their backs stooped. Every step fell upon the dust-covered road as they went farther and farther away, never to return.
That road was a one-way path with no way back.
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