'Defeat the Star Casting Hall, use their fifth-rank Spirit Vein, and ascend to the Nascent Soul Realm?'
Chi Weixuan entertained no such thoughts. 'Such unrealistic fantasies might fool some inexperienced brat, but how could I be so optimistic?'
The art of war was brutal. In a sea-spanning war of this scale, even with his cultivation, he had no confidence he could escape unscathed. A few major battles might be all it took to leave him severely wounded, his very foundation damaged!
'Serve as a Dao General, earn merits, seize a Spirit Vein, and ascend to the Nascent Soul Realm?'
Heh... 'I'd be lucky just to keep my life!'
A long sigh escaped him.
Chi Weixuan's spirit trembled as a trace of despair for the future surfaced.
'He could almost see it: himself, serving as a Dao General, acting as high-level cannon fodder, ordered into battle until he was killed!'
"No!"
"I absolutely refuse!"
Chi Weixuan's face darkened. He gritted his teeth and forced out the words.
