"You still want to stop him now that things have come to this? Why don't you try blocking the crack that Heaven has opened for him with your own body?"
"Where there's life, there's hope! Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best!"
Countless chaotic sounds drifted in slowly with the swirling gusts of wind. Qu Jin, who had been looking rather unpleasant because he couldn't gather enough power, couldn't help but relax, and a subtle smug smile appeared on his tightly pursed lips.
Just now they were smugly thinking they had the upper hand, but now they're going to lose because of the absolute difference in strength.
What is justice? It's something defined by the strong.
As long as one can reach the very top and keep trying to climb higher, let alone breaking through a mere Ascension Stage, it's not entirely impossible for him to eventually become the Heavenly Dao.
There was always something hanging over his head, and he had to be careful with every word and action, for fear of crossing the line... He had lived like this for over three thousand years, and he was really fed up with it!
Once he successfully enters the Ascension stage, he will absorb all the power within this small world for his own use. At that time, even the Heavenly Dao will be powerless against him, since he will be dead and there will be no way to prove it.
After ascending to the upper realm, he will climb step by step until he tramples everyone under his feet...
—A sword aura suddenly slashed in.
Qu Jin was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he failed to react immediately to the completely unexpected attack, turning his head to the side a beat late.
The cold, sharp sword energy grazed his face, leaving a long trail of blood on his nose.
Pain filled the air, yet not a drop of blood was drawn from the wound. Qu Jin raised his hand and touched a patch of scarlet ice crystals with his fingertips.
The injury was caused by ice elemental power.
He frowned, then immediately relaxed.
“Everyone else has already run far away.” Qu Jin slowly raised his head, looking at the figure that had suddenly appeared inside the hurricane. “Ji Mo Fan, what use is it for you to come in alone?”
Ji Mofan's clothes were completely soaked, and even his hair was wet.
Qu Jin stirred up a storm that swept across the land, but he himself remained perfectly safe in the eye of the storm, where there was neither rain nor wind.
"The Venerable One has looked down on me several times, and has suffered a great loss every time. How come he still hasn't learned his lesson?" Ji Mofan twirled the Snow Embracing Sword in his hand, shaking off the rainwater that had already frozen into small ice cubes.
Qu Jin frowned slightly.
Ji Mo Fan's words are true.
The first time was when Ji Mofan used his immortal bones to exploit a loophole;
The second time, Ji Mofan unexpectedly managed to notify the Demon Lord with a hen, forcing him to start a war with Xiao Wangyan at an unexpected time. Many things were caught off guard, and one wrong step led to the current situation.
“Actually, you don’t need to care so much about the people in this world.” Qu Jin suddenly changed the subject, seemingly wanting to advise Ji Mo Fan. “With your talent, you will reach the Mahayana stage in a hundred years at most, and you may ascend to the Upper Realm at any time.”
"Who will know what you did in this world? Even if you remember, why are you clinging to these things that are destined to leave you?"
"Ascending to the Ninth Heaven, becoming a god and an immortal, that must be what you're pursuing, right?"
"Everything in this world is something that disturbs your Dao heart. The more you value them, the greater the pressure you will face when you ascend."
“They are all holding you back. You are a very decisive person, and you should know how to maximize your own interests.”
Ji Mofan listened quietly to him speak, remaining silent.
The Snow-Swallow Sword in his hand kept emitting restless sword cries, which he repeatedly suppressed with his hand.
“It’s not the right time yet,” he said.
Qu Jin was confused by his cryptic words. "When?"
Is Jimo Fan waiting for something?
What is he waiting for?
If they continue to wait, Qu Jin will be able to absorb more power from this world into his body through secret methods. This includes not only people and animals, but also plants on the ground, houses and soil. Everything will become dilapidated after being touched by his hurricane.
As long as his hurricane continues to expand, it will eventually spread to the entire small world.
He's waiting...
A dark glint flashed in Qu Jin's eyes.
Is he waiting for this little world to be completely destroyed by him?
"It seems you agree with me." Qu Jin's eyes flashed with satisfaction. "Very good, you are completely different from him in this respect."
With whom? What's different? Ji Mofan wasn't curious about these questions at all. In fact, he felt that talking to this crazy man with an abnormal thought process would be a mental injury to him.
What kind of utter nonsense is this?
After ascending to immortality, will you trample the entire small world under your feet? Will you treat the lives of mortals as worthless weeds?
This world nurtured him, yet instead of being grateful, he blames the other party for being a burden and wants to get rid of them as soon as possible.
Jimo Fan doesn't understand, nor does he want to understand.
If he hadn't been worried that Qu Jin might come up with some new ideas at the last minute and do something unexpected to catch them off guard, he wouldn't have broken through the hurricane to get so close to him.
“Ji Mo Fan, I’m very interested in you.” Qu Jin continued talking to himself, “Originally, I thought that since Lu Tong was no longer here, there was nothing in this world worth my attachment.”
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