Towering waves raged over the endless black waters. The three opportunities scattered within them were supreme treasures to both the Righteous and Evil Paths, yet barely a dozen cultivators had come to contend for them.
After all, ninety percent of the cultivators who could come to Northern Darkness Lake to fight for opportunities were mountaintop Old Devils taking their final dance. If they failed to obtain one, their journey along the Cultivation Dao would end here. They would no longer hesitate to use measures that destroyed jade and stone alike, and usually cast aside all concern for righteous or evil principles. Every time, several figures who had dominated the world for a century would fall.
Over countless millennia, Northern Darkness Lake had long since earned the name of the Immortal Ascendants' graveyard. Had they not come to capture Yang Huaxian, even those at the peak of the Sixth Realm on the Righteous Path would not have risked it lightly. Even when they came, their main purpose was to strike at the Demon Path. As for the opportunities, Yellow Qilin True Person's continued survival had to come first.
Otherwise, if someone with no shortage of lifespan held on to an opportunity and refused to yield it, leaving Yellow Qilin True Person to sit and await death, principles and rules would cease to mean anything. Whether Yellow Qilin True Person went to Purple Emblem Mountain for one final dance would depend entirely on his conscience.
Human nature revealed itself between life and death. No one dared push matters to the absolute limit and gamble on a dying person's moral integrity.
And indeed, few people in this world could calmly accept the prospect of departing it forever.
Daoist Kongkong, for instance.
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Towering waves surged across Northern Darkness Lake as a streak of