At this moment, Blackwater Demon Lord's state of mind had already reached the brink of collapse.
If he had been one of those aged Venerables whose talents had run dry, leaving their Dao Paths blocked and cultivation unable to advance, then retreating into the Dao Sect to peacefully devote himself to studying Daoist arts might not have been such a bad thing.
But Zhe Banyou had cultivated a minor Dao on his own and become a Venerable, and he now stood at the summit of the Azure Waves Black Water Dao. He did not believe his Dao Path would end here.
In his view, he still possessed the conviction to keep striving and fighting, still had greater potential and talent waiting to be unearthed. Given enough time, he might not be unable to join the ranks of peak Great Venerables.
And this coming Great Competition of Two Daos was, to him, a place where peril and opportunity coexisted.
Riding the shifting winds and clouds of this opportune moment, he hoped to seek a variable that would let his Dao Path advance further, allowing him to continue blazing ahead and raise the Black Water Dao to a loftier position.
But at this very moment, all his ambitions, visions, and pursuits were teetering beneath the illumination of that pale Dharma light.
If he chose to retreat into the Dao Sect and cling to life, then all of it would vanish like smoke in the wind, becoming a dream bubble he could never touch again.
Zhe Banyou could not accept such an outcome. At the thought that he could only spend the rest of his life in the bleak, empty Dao Sect, wasting away in despondency, his desire to live overwhelmed the convictions he held in his Dao heart.
Thus, the cry he