Within that silent world of obscurity where neither breeze nor breath lingered, Konrad faced Death. Be it mortals, cultivators, or deities, the one adversary none could truly defeat was Death. From the moment we set foot in life, the scepter of death would forever linger beside us. Even those Gods with endless lifespan couldn't escape that truth.
In fact, besides strength, no, even before it, the reason why all set path on the cultivation road was the vain hope of escaping death's clutches. But throughout the omniverse, how many dared boast success?
But as Konrad peered into Death's face of darkness, he didn't doubt he would join the ranks of the True Immortals.
Death was a silent adversary. Wasting no time, it stretched its hands toward Konrad, releasing two beams of pure chthonian energies that barreled into him. Konrad didn't evade, and while closing his eyes, let the beams strike him.
