Who could have imagined that a tiny moth, with its mortal body, could flutter its wings towards the world where the Dark Holy Spirit resides?
The location of the Dark Holy Spirit, in particular, is so enticing that even many powerful beings at the Great Emperor level dare not set foot there!
Yet this tiny moth possesses such lofty ambitions!
The group of cultivators were speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say.
And on the path that the moths were bound to take, sat a powerful figure whose realm far surpassed that of an emperor.
That powerful figure has become a mythical existence, and no one knows what his current level of cultivation is.
Most cultivators only know that this powerful figure had already surpassed the realm of the Great Emperor thousands of years ago and was stationed at the edge of the Sea of Myriad Realms.
The strong wind ruffled the moth's wings, but it remained unmoved and resolutely continued flying in that direction.
Because it exists between the realms of Yin and Yang, this moth does not truly die; it is reborn each time it is severely injured.
The group of cultivators watched helplessly as the moth's body broke apart and reformed, unaware of the pain it had endured.
But as everyone knows, these hardships did not stop the moth from moving forward.
"It's hard to imagine that an ordinary moth could have such a strong obsession."
Finally, a line of comments appeared above the video.
With the persistence of the little moth, the trend in the barrage and comment area finally changed. It changed from disbelief that a moth could be on the list to infinite emotion.
"This choice is utterly foolish, yet it's something even ordinary cultivators wouldn't do."
"If this moth were not such a creature, but could be born into the world like a human, it would probably achieve even more."
"If this is a true cultivator, its future is limitless!"
"What an incredible creature! Although it's just an ordinary moth, it possesses a mysterious power within its body..."
"Could it be that this little guy has been reborn too many times, and has unknowingly touched the threshold of the Great Dao of Reincarnation?"
"Reaching the threshold of the Great Dao? This is something even we wouldn't dare to imagine, how is this possible!"
"Especially since this is just a creature that hasn't cultivated at all, not even a cultivator, how could it possibly touch the threshold of the Great Dao?"
"Please don't be anxious, everyone. Even if this moth has truly grasped the basics, it hasn't cultivated before, so it probably can't understand how its body has changed."
"What you said earlier makes it sound like we're so petty!"
"I also feel like the comments in the previous video were being sarcastic. Am I going to be jealous of some tiny moth later?"
"Perhaps there's a reason this moth made the list."
"In the end, it's just a moth. How can it represent all the top cultivators in my fantasy world?"
"Exactly! I refuse to believe that there aren't any cultivators with strong wills in the fantasy world. Why must this little moth be on the list?"
The cultivators started discussing the issue again in the comments and bullet screen, each holding their own opinion.
Some cultivators were already moved by the moth's various behaviors, while others felt disdain, and still others wanted to wait and see. In short, there were all sorts of people with different opinions.
Lin Yu watched with great interest. The comments on the screen were quite accurate; because of its repeated deaths and rebirths, this moth had acquired a sense of Tao and reason.
The regret is that the opponent is really just an ordinary moth. If it were a monster with even a little intelligence, it would be powerful enough to dominate the area.
"But if it really had sentience, it might not be so insistent on this matter," Lin Yu remarked with a sigh.
Lin Yu believed that the moth's persistence in this matter, even to the point of being this extreme, was partly due to its deep-seated obsession and partly due to its lack of intelligence.
The Dark Land is extremely sinister, yet many cultivators still want to enter and explore it.
They either pursue the ultimate path of darkness, or they want to destroy the dark world and become famous.
That powerful figure guarded the edge of the Sea of Myriad Realms, responsible not only for blocking the Dark Holy Spirit as much as possible, but also for slaying these fearless cultivators.
The reason is simple: for thousands of years, no cultivator who has ventured into the Dark Lands has ever come out alive; they have all fallen into it and become nourishment for the Dark Lands.
These cultivators, instead of weakening the Dark Land, will become its nourishment, increasing its power—something the fantasy world desperately wants to avoid.
That's why such a powerful figure is stationed here.
His real name, Wei, is long forgotten; everyone respectfully calls him "Sword Saint."
This is because the man's swordsmanship has reached an extraordinary level of mastery.
At that moment, a large number of Dark Holy Spirits gathered near the Sword Saint, advancing wave after wave, a dark mass, at least a thousand in number.
Furthermore, each of the Dark Holy Spirits is quite powerful, with the weakest having reached the early stage of the Immortal Emperor realm.
Apart from the Sword Saint, the Great Emperor-level experts stationed on the other fortresses also stepped forward, making a great battle inevitable.
There were no war drums, no commands, only a spontaneous, unanimous attack.
The emperors unleashed all their power, sparing no mercy as they poured it upon the dark holy spirits.
The most eye-catching among them was the Sword Saint, whose single sword strike shook the heavens and earth, causing the void to tremble, and he cleaved dozens of Dark Holy Spirits in two.
This situation lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Although the attacks of the other emperors were not weak, they could not cover all sides, and some of the Dark Holy Spirits would escape to the other side.
However, only at the Sword Saint's place did not a single Dark Holy Spirit rush into the fantasy world; it was truly a place where one man could hold off ten thousand.
The sword light was astonishing. Even just watching the scene, which did not allow one to fully grasp the power of the sword technique, was enough to leave all the cultivators utterly horrified.
"If this Sword Saint were still in a fantasy world, he would be terrifying!"
"Only by guarding the Sea of Myriad Realms can the Sword Saint's full strength be unleashed."
"So strong, so incredibly strong!"
"Compared to the Sword Saint, my swordsmanship is utterly pathetic!"
The cultivators marveled at the Sword Saint's power, and even the previously arrogant Emperor Changhun couldn't help but hide his arrogance.
It must be admitted that this Sword Saint is truly powerful!
Magnesium Aluminum and Big Black Dog nodded repeatedly, utterly astonished, saying they had learned something new.