The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Yu Ji Xian Shi nodded, thinking that these words were indeed something Ming Rui would say: life doesn't need meaning, only meaning needs life.

That bald, hairless man could spout off a whole string of grand principles...

Recalling old friends.

Even the wise and virtuous rulers couldn't help but lament the cruelty of time.

Throughout history, countless remarkable figures have ultimately turned to dust. Who can live forever? Who can be immortal? And who can endure forever?

Only Heaven can decide!

“I told you, you don’t need to teach me this kind of thing.”

Yu Ji Xian Shi's attitude softened somewhat: "I know your teacher Ming Rui far better than you think!"

"No one knows him better than I do."

The wise man issued his final ultimatum, then waved his hand and said, "Leave this to me."

"Go...protect the disciple."

What Yuji Xianshi was actually trying to express here was that if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up, and it's not up to the short ones like Bailian Zhenzu to face it.

It's just that the seclusion may have lasted too long, coupled with the passing of one close friend or relative after another.

As a result, even now, the Emperor's emotions towards others have become much more detached.

Lukewarm and lacking enthusiasm.

"Yes."

The Hundred Refinements Ancestor bowed respectfully and withdrew without any hesitation.

After returning to Old Master Dongfang's side.

Looking at the Hundred Refinement True Ancestor, who had been persuaded to retreat by the wise man and had encountered a setback, yet showed no sign of discouragement, the old man asked with some curiosity:

Why not try a little harder?

"No need to bother."

The Hundred Refinements Ancestor replied, then looked up, his eyes reflecting the still upright figure of the Supreme Sage. He said calmly but firmly, "I may be a loser who escaped reality, but the Sage is still the Sage I know!"

Grandpa Dongfang nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

He stopped asking questions and instead continued to observe the desert bandits, whose true intentions were unclear.

To be honest, the old man is not one to accept old age. Even though he is getting old, he still feels that he is no different from when he was young.

At least that's the mindset!

But after experiencing the terror of the Wild Clan twice, Old Master Dongfang felt a deep sense of powerlessness, realizing for the first time in his life that he was too old and useless...

Before his opponent could even fully unleash his power, he was already exhausted and unable to continue.

I'm really getting old...

“Sir, please forgive my intrusion.”

The Ancestor of the Underworld glanced at the Hundred Refinements True Ancestor, who was discussing something with the Thirteenth Princess, and then asked the Supreme Sage, "For Mingrui's sake, why not give Liu Zhen a chance?"

After finishing his sentence, Ancestor Mingyuan added, "Mingrui's judgment of people may be a bit poor, but given Mingrui's personality, he would definitely not entrust important responsibilities to anyone and hand over the Emperor Pearl unless he met someone particularly suitable!"

"Since he did this, it means that Liu Zhen has some outstanding qualities that we haven't discovered yet. It could be his character, his temperament, or his talent... But no matter what, everyone should make the best use of their talents and be employed at the right time!"

"I know."

The wise man said calmly, "The fledgling will eventually spread its wings and fly, and we will eventually grow old. But before that, we still need to carry on, provide protection, and defend against external enemies."

“The younger generation doesn’t need empty praise; what they lack is simply an opportunity.”

Just as Ancestor Mingyuan was about to say something, the Supreme Sage continued, "This opportunity could be in the past, it could be in the future, or it could be... now!"

"But you aren't..."

Halfway through his sentence, Ancestor Mingyuan seemed to understand something, and a look of realization appeared on his face.

“Mingyuan, you are the same.”

The wise man said, "Opportunities are not something you wait for; you have to fight for them."

"To admit one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue. Failure is not terrible; what is terrible is one's own cowardice. The strong never lack the courage to get up again after falling down."

He looked at the Desolate Clan members opposite him who had stood up again, ready to be ready at any time, and said calmly and fearlessly: "The enemy is not as terrible as we imagine. What is truly terrible is our own inner weaknesses and limitations!"

"The only one who can defeat us is ourselves!"

The three members of the Wild Clan could not hide their fear. They could never have imagined that an ant that could be crushed with a mere step could possess such immense power, capable of killing them with a single thought!

"Wait, this is..."

Seemingly having discovered something extraordinary, the expression on the face of a member of the Wilderness Clan, who was already somewhat disheveled, suddenly turned wary and solemn.

He suppressed the palpitations that emanated from his very soul, cautiously observing the crowd in the square, and said in a deep voice as if facing a formidable enemy: "There is an aura of immortality here!"

An aura of immortality?!

Upon hearing this, the other two members of the Wilderness Clan were shocked and immediately became vigilant.

They were indeed demigods who stood at the pinnacle of the mortal realm in the past, but as of now, they have not yet recovered to their peak and can only exert the power of the sixth realm.

If a transcendent immortal were to appear here, then even if they were to fully recover and return to the pinnacle of the mortal realm, let alone their current state after their fall in cultivation, the difference between them and a true immortal would be like heaven and earth.

Just like the bright moon in the sky and the countless stars twinkling around it...

How dare the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the moon?

After receiving the telepathic messages from several members of the Wilderness Clan, Mo Xinren's expression remained largely unchanged, except for a slight surprise in his heart.

In Mo Xinren's view, even immortals are nothing special; they are simply powerful beings beyond comprehension.

One day, he will be able to reach that level.

He too can become an immortal who transcends all living beings!

He has enough confidence in this!

What is needed...

It's just the accumulation of a few hardships...

"What are you?"

Gu Yi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Mo Xinren, so he took the initiative to find fault.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to remind you of something."

Mo Xinren tilted his head and gave a wicked smile:

"Cherish the rest of your life, because soon your life will come to an end."

Anyone can talk big.

Gu Yi waved his hand provocatively: "If you're so capable, why not give it a try?"

"Okay, anyway..."

Mo Xinren shrugged and smiled easily, "Life is too short to give it a try?"

The moment the words fell.

Mo Xinren's eyes narrowed, and without giving any chance to react, he raised his hand and conjured a giant claw filled with blood and mist, pressing down on Gu Yi.