Murong Changhao wailed and begged, finally even starting to smash his head against the ground.
He was only twenty-four this year, yet he had already reached twelfth-level Qi Gathering perfect completion.
Such an achievement put him on par with Tiger Chasing's foremost geniuses.
But born into the imperial clan, achieving only this much was still far from enough.
Murong Tianyang lowered his gaze to the utterly distraught Murong Changhao and said indifferently, "Father Emperor is here, yet you come to worship me?"
The instant he spoke, Murong Changhao froze. The fever in his mind abruptly ebbed away, leaving only bone-piercing cold throughout his body.
Murong Changhao tremblingly raised his head and looked toward the man seated in the lava, his face already pale as paper.
"Cultivate the imperial clan's secret arts, possess Heaven-and-Earth treasures, observe the descent of qi to derive techniques, receive Spiritual Connection teachings."
Murong Tianyang spoke unhurriedly. "Imperial Brother, sitting atop the Dynasty's finest resources and still failing Essence Condensation—tell me, do you deserve to die?"
Murong Changhao, already soaked from head to toe, shuddered again upon hearing this.
Murong Tianyang was right. Given such supreme cultivation resources, Essence Condensation would have been as easy as turning one's hand over for people like Shen Yue and He Shenglai.
The reason he had failed, at its root, was still insufficient talent.
He had only reached a place that never belonged to him by relying on his imperial birth and all manner of support.
For the Tiger Chasing Emperor to grant him an opportunity at Essence Condensation had already been an act of mercy.
Having failed even then, he truly had no one else to blame.
Faced with the crown prince's question, Murong Changhao had neither the strength nor the heart to speak.
He simply sobbed and whimpered as