Dao Jue looked at Liang Niantang, who was about to be grasped, and a hint of joy flickered in his indifferent eyes.
He was a Great Luo born in the Endless Boundary Sea within the Multiverse, and he had witnessed that extremely terrifying war two million years ago.
Such might, as a Taoist Cultivator, was naturally desirable.
Now, as long as he captured Liang Niantang, he would inevitably be able to trace back to the origin through bloodlines and steal a glimpse of the Great Dao.
As for danger.
Ha!
In his cultivation journey, where was there no danger? As long as the benefits were great enough, it was all worth it.
Moreover, this was not only his desire, many Great Luos were willing to take the fall for him.
As Dao Jue was lost in his reverie, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he looked up.
