During their youthful years of cultivation, even those born in the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect have tread a path marked by layer upon layer of hardships.
Not to mention the loose cultivators who have struggled so hard to reach this point.
Now, with Destiny so close within reach, they were just a step away from it.
That colorful Destiny was hanging right above their heads.
All seemed like a dream, about to die in such a futile manner.
They were not incapable of accepting death; anyone who dared to contend for Destiny came prepared to either succeed or die with honor.
However, being slaughtered by others like this was something they found hard to accept in their hearts.
Everyone aspired to die a death as significant as Mount Tai, none wished to be as light as a feather.
"Everyone, I have one last method," a voice suddenly sounded nearby.
It was like a patch of green in the desert, giving everyone a glimmer of hope.
