The female disciple of Xi Yan Immortal Mansion beside him had originally wanted to speak up and dissuade him once more.
But after hearing her Senior Brother's words, she swallowed back all the objections that had reached her lips.
As fellow seekers of the Dao, it was not only her—many cultivators present could understand Wu Xingqiu's feelings at this moment.
For a cultivator determined to continue climbing upward, having one's Dao Path stagnate and being trapped within a single realm for an entire lifetime was indeed more painful and more terrifying than death.
When they thought of how, no matter how much effort they put in from now on, they could only watch others race across the river while they themselves remained forever rooted in place, the fire cultivators present all felt a faint ache in their hearts.
That emotion came from their unwillingness to accept the difficulty of advancing along the Dao Path, as well as the helplessness of having the will but lacking the strength.
Hearing this, Long Yan stood frozen where he was, not knowing what to say for a time.
Yang Yuanzhao stood before Wu Xingqiu and looked at this leading figure among Xi Yan Immortal Mansion's current generation of disciples, feeling deeply moved as well.
As the Senior Disciple Brother of his lineage, the burden Wu Xingqiu bore was no light one.
In the past, aside from his own cultivation, he had needed to devote a great deal of time and energy to guiding and instructing his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, playing the role of half a master.
And the predicament he was in now was so similar to Xi Yan Immortal Mansion's situation after it had ignited the sacred fire in the Forbidden Ground.
That ignited sacred fire had been Xi Yan Immortal