"Indeed, all beings cherish life. If one could live longer, who wouldn't want that?"
Wang Ba lay on the seawater, with waves around him turning into gentle ripples that reflected the first blue sky after the great calamity.
Yet he spoke again:
"Then tell me, if from now on, no cultivator in this realm can ascend, what would happen?"
"No cultivators allowed to ascend?! "
Zhao Feng was startled, his mind involuntarily pondering.
"Cultivators all aspire to ascend to The Heavens. If ascension is forbidden, inner chaos will arise in Little Cang World... Junior Brother, are you..."
He vaguely realized something, his gaze carrying a hint of shock as he looked at Wang Ba.
Yet Wang Ba still didn't look at him, his eyes quietly watching a passing white cloud in the sky, murmuring softly:
"Then tell me, for one person's obsession, to forbid cultivators from ascending, severing their path..."
He gently turned his head, meeting Zhao Feng's shocked gaze, revealing a smile:
