"One million years... even the Glazed Dao Sect has turned to ashes."
"Yet this Ancient Road is still so full of life."
"The gulf between the Upper Realm and the lower realms really is vast."
At the top of the pagoda, He Cheng stood quietly in the pavilion, looking down at the streaks of light racing in from every direction, mockery in his eyes.
Beside him, pitch-black tribulation qi gathered continuously, forming a tall black silhouette in moments.
"Since ancient times, these so-called cultivators have done nothing but steal from heaven and earth, selfish as woodworms."
"The slightest lure of profit sends them swarming like locusts."
The shadow's hoarse voice was filled with disdain and self-mockery. Once, he too had been among those who pursued higher realms, seeking only immortality and transcendence.
He had cast every feeling aside. Whether his parents or his companion, anyone who obstructed his path to the Great Dao would be ruthlessly ground to ashes.
Until the day he died at another's hands.
"If they weren't like this, how could we break through the Nine Seas Manifest Dao Sect's Guarding Grand Formation?"
He Cheng turned to glance at the shadow beside him and smiled faintly. He extended his hand, and the piece of Blood Jade Marrow dropped from his palm, falling precisely into the formation's core at the center of the heavenly pool.
"Back then, to suppress those twelve True Immortal tribulation corpses that rampaged across Northern Mountain on the Two-Lifetimes Battlefield, the Nine Seas Manifest Dao Sect..."
"...did not hesitate to stake its own Twelve Karma Treasured Lands. Yet didn't it still vanish into smoke and ashes in the end? Even that True Lord Xuanbo Guangji couldn't escape death."
He Cheng sneered. The instant he uttered True Lord Xuanbo Guangji's name, the shadow beside him