"That realm? I once had my own conjectures about it, but now… I've lost the chance to ever reach it."
Beichuan Xuanxin fell silent at his words, finally speaking with a slight sigh.
Zhou Yuanjue was also silent. Though he didn't know what had happened to this man, he knew that reaching this point was certainly not by his own choice.
For a Martial Artist, becoming a Celestial Demon meant that even if they broke through that shackle, their evolutionary path was already set. It was no longer their own Dao.
In a sense, this man was indeed completely cut off from the realm he yearned for.
"But it doesn't matter anymore. This life of mine should have been buried in the past long ago. As far as history is concerned, my Dao has already reached its end. I'm just a failure who happened to be granted a second life, unwilling to just end this new existence myself. So, I've been searching for the most fitting grave to bury myself in."
