"Is the path of letting mortals control their own destiny... ultimately right or wrong?"
"Teacher, I truly cannot tell..."
He once unwaveringly believed in hatred, pursuing his goal to the extent of standing against the teacher he most revered.
Yet, as his goal slowly approached success, the shadow beneath the light of success grew clearer.
He saw the ugliness and filth beneath the surface of success.
And he increasingly found it hard to suppress a hint of fear.
He did not fear death.
Yet he feared that the fruits earned by him and all the True Martial Cultivators after struggling tirelessly might ultimately be stolen!
If the world fought for by True Martial Cultivators, exhausting all, were to again see ranks and hierarchy, with people once more riding on the heads of the masses...
Then what was the meaning of everything he had done in all these years?
Perplexity, weakness, confusion... countless emotions filled his heart.
