"I still want to go," Shi Hao whispered. This path is arduous; almost all creatures that have trodden it since ancient times have perished, ending in failure.
He is unwilling to give up, he wishes to take that critical step, carving out a unique path and appreciating the landscapes of another world!
"You must think it through, the likelihood of perishing is much greater, far exceeding that slim hope. One might even say it is a road to death," Qi Daolin calmly reminded.
In his view, this hope seemed more like a temptation rather than real dawn. If one stubbornly continued down this path, it would end like predecessors, their failures chronicled in blood-stained scrolls.
"How can I know it's not feasible without trying? Slowly feeling my way, I will eventually forge a different path," Shi Hao muttered to himself, then fixed his gaze on Qi Daolin, earnestly seeking guidance on the various paths of the ancients.
