Even if the Heavens were heartless and crushed him from the clouds into the white sand, even if every beast was wiped out and all his cultivation became an empty shell, his former followers could plant their flags and revel amid his ruins. He clenched his fists. The sand may have slipped away, but some things cannot be washed away.
This world crushed his body, but it could not erase his soul. He had walked the path to godhood once before, and he had no problem walking it again. Starting from zero, he would climb those peaks all over again.
The one who once stood at the very top was making his way back from the bottom.
