When he was suppressed to the limit and when he was about to crumble, that boundless dao aura burst forth.
Perhaps this was his Dao collapsing right before he perishes. Mo Wuji's eyes were filled with a sort of courageous determination. Even if his Dao collapses, he will not allow this yellow-robed man to leave in one piece.
I rose from the ordinary. I was one of the many ordinary people in the world of mortals. As a mortal, I was still able to forge my own Mortal Dao. I established the Mortal Sect. I established the meridian cultivation technique. I left behind the words: One's Dao can differ, but all Men are equal…
This is my Dao - the Dao of Mortals! I am confident that my Mortal Dao is no inferior to any other Dao in this universe.
The dao seed within Mo Wuji's sea of consciousness started to sprout and grow. It became a huge and sturdy tree which reached high into the sky.
