Heaven's laws could not be defied, a Second Tribulation Void God... the prefect of Heavenly Moon Commandery?

Seeing this, Jun Wudao said nothing. This was the world of cultivators, filled with far too many uncertain tomorrows. It was the same for everyone!

Someone might be full of life one second, laughing and chatting, only to meet an untimely death the next! Perhaps beneath a natural disaster, perhaps caught in the aftermath!

Some went exploring secret realms, treasure grounds, tombs, uncanny lands, and forbidden zones, only to be buried there forever. They might die in the struggle for spoils, or beneath restrictions and killing formations!

Too many died to struggles, interests, schemes, and hatred, and too many died in undeserved, irresistible disasters. This was the uncertainty of tomorrow. This was the world of cultivators!

Anyone could die in the very next moment, and he, Jun Wudao, was no exception!

Like the Jun Clan, like Storm City, like the ten great main cities, like the Star Divine Sect, like more than half the Desolate Domain!

If one did not want one's life to be like an ant's, left at the mercy of others, then the only choice was to grow stronger, to keep growing stronger! Strong enough to fear nothing, strong enough to make heaven tremble, strong enough to make the earth bow!

Fight for resources, seize resources, kill for resources. Whatever could make one stronger, pursue it at any cost!

Even if it meant dying in battle! One still had to fight, or even the slightest chance of growing stronger and attaining longevity would be lost, leaving one like an ant at the mercy of others!

Dying beneath natural disasters!

Dying in undeserved calamities!

Dying in the next moment!

This was the way of survival in the cultivators' world. If one's fists were not big enough and one's strength was insufficient, even seeking strength and longevity could mean dying in the next second!

There was no perfect path!

Every choice was a death trap!

Fight, kill, risk one's life... perhaps there was a sliver of hope! One could not claim it would lead to the pinnacle of the world, but at least to comfort, strength, longevity, and control over the lives and deaths of most people!

Without fighting, without snatching, without seizing... even that sliver of hope was absent! Like dust in the world, like ants beneath another's feet, the lightest touch could easily wipe them out!

Jun Wudao had long understood this thoroughly. That was why he had set foot on a blood-soaked road of no return, because it could make him stronger, grant him longevity, let him control his own destiny, and let him see hope!

Though this road was filled with endless bloodshed and cruelty, endless corpses and darkness!

He, Jun Wudao, did not care!

He was no saint of the mortal world. He could not take responsibility for all living beings beneath heaven!

He was selfish, and he was heartless!

His heart held only himself. He wanted only to grow stronger, only to transcend heaven and earth, only to become the Great Ruler above the very end of the heavens, in that ethereal, lofty, unseen place!

Jun Wudao neither concerned himself with this nor cared. The world had always been this way. Every day, some were born, while others perished!

These were the laws laid down by heaven. No one could stop them, and no one could resist them, unless they transcended heaven and earth!

Otherwise, they could only follow the current until the day their lives came to an end!

So helpless!

So sorrowful!

And so hopeless!

Moving his gaze away from Fu Guiming, Jun Wudao looked out the window. His eyes seemed to pierce endless space and glimpse that distant shore!

At that moment!

Time seemed to stand still.

Silence and stillness filled the entire little room. Space and time both seemed to have ceased flowing!

Jun Wudao was utterly still, exuding an indescribable air. The two cloaked Asuras stood silently behind him, likewise saying nothing, seemingly without a trace of feeling!

Fu Guiming was just as quiet as he watched the white-haired young man before him, not daring to speak, not daring to utter a word, not daring to breathe out or breathe in, not daring to move. It was as though time had stopped, or he had long since forgotten!

Time slipped by in silence.

It seemed an eternity had passed!

Yet it also seemed only an instant.

Jun Wudao withdrew his gaze, looked at Fu Guiming, and suddenly spoke:

"You said earlier that you knew this city very well?"

"Y-yes... my lord!"

Seeing Jun Wudao suddenly turn to him and speak, Fu Guiming's small, thin body could not help trembling as he answered shakily!

"Do you know... what realm the prefect of Heavenly Moon Commandery is in?"

Looking at Fu Guiming, Jun Wudao spoke lightly. His voice was soft and calm, as were his expression and gaze, as though he did not care and was merely asking casually!

Hearing this, Fu Guiming could not help feeling surprised. He did not know why Jun Wudao would ask such a question, but he still answered:

"This lowly one does not know the specifics, but according to the rumors outside, the lord prefect is said to be a supreme existence who has reached the Second Tribulation Void God Realm!"

"The Second Tribulation Void God Realm? Heh! If he is only in the Void God Realm, then this will be interesting!"

Hearing Fu Guiming's words, the corners of Jun Wudao's mouth rose, then curved into an inscrutable smile. His dark eyes turned outside, a sharp gleam flickering within them!

Seeing this, Fu Guiming was even more bewildered. He could not quite understand why Jun Wudao would show such an expression upon hearing that the lord prefect was in the Second Tribulation Void God Realm!

That expression, that look, was filled with disdain and contempt, as though someone in the Second Tribulation Void God Realm did not even qualify for a proper glance from him!

He looked down on it so much.

He held it in such little regard.

But that was a terrifying existence who had survived two heavenly tribulations! That was the Void God Realm!

Such a supreme, lofty realm was treated with such contempt in his eyes. Just who was this young master?

Could he truly be an unparalleled prodigy from a great faction of the Heavenly Domain, as those people claimed?

He did not know!

He did not understand!

He trembled!

At that moment, this boy of only thirteen felt profound fear, rising from the bottom of his heart, from the depths of his soul!

He felt as though he had come into contact with an extraordinary existence, yet this existence filled him with profound terror and fear!

If even the supreme lord prefect was beneath his notice, what a terrifying existence he must be!

At the very least, the faction behind him was probably no weaker than the lord prefect, was it?

At that moment.

The young boy thought of many things. His thin, frail body kept trembling. Cold sweat! It welled up again and dripped down again. Even his lips had gone pale and bloodless!

Seeing this, Jun Wudao was speechless. I only said one thing, and this brat was frightened this badly?

Could even a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child's mind be this quick and active?

But Jun Wudao did not care either. He glanced at Fu Guiming and spoke again:

"All right, go attend to your own affairs!"

"Oh! Right!"

"If you hear of anyone named Su Fan or Jiang Xueyi while you are out, report it to me promptly!"

"If the information is accurate, there will be a generous reward!"

"Understood?"

Having said this, Jun Wudao gave Fu Guiming a long, searching look. His voice was very calm, without threats or coercion, yet it frightened the young boy!

At that moment.

The young boy was already filled with deep regret. Why had he approached this person earlier to gamble for that share of resources, that hope?