Even the likes of Ning Daohuan, whom he regarded as unparalleled in talent, dared not harbor any further ambitions.
At this thought, a wave of heaviness washed over Lu Yuansheng.
At such a young age, he had already stepped into the Golden Core stage, harboring the thought of attaining the Nascent Soul Realm in his heart from the very beginning.
But hearing this sort of news now made it quite difficult for him to accept.
"However..."
Ning Daohuan paused.
He strolled a few steps, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing down at the endless darkness beneath the statue.
In his gaze, however, there was a flicker of ambition, hidden deep within yet unable to be completely concealed.
"I, for one, do not believe in predestination!"
"If the Demon Dao is not the way, then I will opt for the Righteous Dao!"
"Change from Demon to Righteous!"
The words weren't loud, but they echoed like thunder in the ears!
