The Qin Emperor woke and looked at Jing Jiu standing before the tripod, utterly distraught. "This is impossible," he muttered. "How could the rules be broken?"
Jing Jiu turned to glance at him, finding the question foolish in the extreme.
The meaning-or rather, the goal-of cultivation was to break the rules, cast off constraints, and ascend to attain the Great Dao.
Hoping for Heaven's mercy or permission, for heavenly thunder not to fall, was impossible. Only by facing heavenly thunder without fear could one cleave through the heavens and emerge.
This held true in both the real world and the illusion.
From his first day reincarnated in the Imperial Palace of Chu, from the moment he heard those words in his mind, he had never thought of contending for the tripod.
What he had in mind was-seizing the tripod!
Becoming the sovereign of the world and gaining the recognition of the so-called Divine Envoy meant nothing, because that still meant placing his hopes in Heaven, or in someone else.
As long as he could break through the rules and shatter this world's upper limit, the tripod would naturally be his.
Many, including the Qin Emperor, considered this impossible. To him, however, it was something every Dao-Seeker ought to accomplish.
The world within the Azure Sky Mirror was fixed and unchanging, while the Dao-Seekers came from outside. As long as they could keep their Dao Hearts clear, that line should not exist in their eyes.
Entering illusion with reality, how could they be bound by the rules here?
It sounded simple, but was in fact exceedingly difficult. Who could accomplish it besides someone like Jing Jiu, with his clear sword heart, unmoved by ten thousand years of wind and rain?
"Even if you've broken the rules, how will you get the