The Crimson Pearl Immortal Grass asked the man in blue, “If you could trade three thousand years of reincarnation for one lifetime of love, would you be willing?”
The man in blue pondered. “If I cultivate my true form, I’ll naturally have to enter the cycle of reincarnation. I’d trade it for one lifetime of love and settle the debts of the past.”
“What if you entered the Dao through demonic cultivation? What then?”
The Crimson Pearl Immortal Grass swayed gently in the breeze, seeming to gaze straight at the man in blue.
“Even with boundless powers, one cannot escape this vast universe or the cycle of life and death. The Heavenly Dao still exists. How can mortals control it? Do all that is humanly possible, then leave the rest to fate.”
“If you became a ruler, commanding a region and expanding your territory, would you still think love mattered?”
The man in blue was taken aback. “I don’t know…”
The ancient Heavenly Court and the gods who ruled the myriad realms would soon be revealed, one by one…
