Since the day he visited the Martial Arts Pavilion, Xi Muyao had been in a state of constant reflection.
The sight of Elder Shen's Demi Immortal avatar—the aura radiating from it, suffocating and brutal—had shaken him deeply.
He remembered how his breath had caught in his throat, how the sheer pressure of that aura nearly sent him into unconsciousness.
It was this overwhelming encounter that forced him to reassess everything about the cultivation world. Its indifference, its brutality, the ruthlessness of those who sought power—it was a lesson he would never forget.
That moment, however, also sparked something in him. It ignited a fierce determination to not only survive in this unforgiving world but to surpass those who wielded such overwhelming strength.
His goal had become clear.
He would grow stronger, twice as strong as Elder Shen, and if the heavens allowed, he would even rise to become an Emperor, the pinnacle of power in the Wu Shui Empire.
