Chapter 942 - 364: Time Cannot Contain Lofty Aspirations; You Are Mere Commoners

He spoke in a pleading tone,

"Seven Luminaries, for the sake of the Eternal Sea, halt your steps. Go no further. You are still the great figure revered by all."

Fan Wubing suddenly turned around, staring straight at the old man in coarse clothes,

"Supreme True Monarch, is that truly what you think?"

The old man in coarse clothes felt the sharp gaze upon him, yet gave no response.

Fan Wubing narrowed his eyes again,

"Jade Emperor, is that truly what you think?"

The old man’s shoulders trembled slightly as he slowly turned around. In his aged and turbid eyes, a flicker of barely discernible light flashed.

Fan Wubing gazed at him quietly, waiting for his answer.

This old man in coarse clothes was the first Ascender to walk out from that Small Thousand World nurtured by the Great Wilderness Cyan Dragon. In that realm, he was the highest god of the Celestial Court in legend, honored by the mortal world as the Jade Emperor, Emperor Haotian.

And here in this Eternal Sea, he was the Supreme True Monarch, one of the ten Immortals.

The Supreme True Monarch looked at Fan Wubing, his mouth opening slightly, yet not a single word emerged.

Fan Wubing’s face was full of disappointment,

"You are that realm’s first Ascender, the embodiment of hope and vitality; the first, after ten thousand years, to bring the True Dragon Will back into the Eternal Sea. The Dao Ancestor, the Master, and Shituo who Ascended alongside you chose, in the end, to return to that realm and rectify the source. You chose to remain in the Eternal Sea, to remain upon Everlasting Mountain—this in itself is nothing, for the True Dragon Will has ever been all-embracing. Yet now, you tell me you have never seen this so-called True Dragon."

He looked at the Supreme True Monarch and asked,

"Supreme One, I will ask you one last question: do you still consider yourself an Ascender who walked out from that realm?"

The Supreme True Monarch chose silence.

Fan Wubing drew a deep breath,

"You have answered me in the worst possible way."

Even had he received a negative answer, Fan Wubing could still accept it; after all, each man has his own aspirations.

But this silence made Fan Wubing look down on him. He could not accept that a great being who had once led an era had become this soulless husk.

Fan Wubing took Peach Blossoms in hand, rose to his feet, and shouted,

"Waiter, the bill!"

"Honored guest, you have spent a total of ten Mid-grade Immortal Leaves." The Tea Waiter called out enthusiastically.

Fan Wubing lined the tea money neatly upon the table and was about to leave.

The Supreme True Monarch stood up, looking at him without saying a word.

Fan Wubing asked coldly,

"What now, will you stop me?"

The Supreme True Monarch said,

"Seven Luminaries, cease. Do not drag the Eternal Sea down for the sake of your own selfish desires."

Upon hearing these words, Fan Wubing instantly understood that the last shred of face they had left for each other had utterly vanished.

He no longer cared for any so-called bonds of affection, and let out a derisive laugh,

"You might as well draw your sword at me directly."

The Supreme True Monarch said,

"More than half the Eternal Sea does not wish you to advance any further."

Fan Wubing knew this was a warning: if he did not halt, then what awaited him would be nine hundred and seventy-two Lords of the Star Realm, seventy-three Chaos Walkers, thirty-nine Void Fates, and seven Immortals.

This amounted to over six hundred Ancestral Immortals, over three hundred Primordial Immortals, over one hundred Hongmeng Immortals, and seven Half-step Eternal beings.

Indeed, it could be called "more than half" the Eternal Sea.

Fan Wubing laughed loudly, took a single step forward, and left Wang Liang Daoist Immortal City.

That one step shattered the void, traversing a measure of space-time that most could never surpass in a lifetime. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the very center of the Eternal Sea.

Before him lay the ceaseless Central Chaos Storm. Within the storm slumbered many Chaos Ancient Beasts whose bodies rivaled the size of an entire Small Thousand World; they swallowed and spat out the Chaos Storm, looking down upon the Great Thousand Worlds.

And the Highest Heaven of the Great Thousand Worlds, the end of the Path of Eternity, the terminus of the Destiny Dao—Everlasting Mountain—lay at the eye of that storm.

At this moment,

those who wished Fan Wubing to halt his steps stood blocking the way ahead.

The Supreme True Monarch spoke once more,

"Seven Luminaries, you must not overstep again."

Fan Wubing brushed his sleeve with his sword and laughed loudly,

"What are years to towering resolve? You are but weeds in the wild. Twenty thousand years ago, I could ascend Everlasting Mountain; today, even should ten million bar my path, I shall do so still!"