Chapter Thirty: The Holy Road

"A millennium of changes, the sacred land takes a seat, fighting for the supreme Taoist lineage..."

"...The Demon Race vanishes, no new Saint from the Human Race... Therefore, this elemental Saint's way lies not in warfare but in leadership and enlightenment..."

"...Finding a new path makes one a new Saint; finding the most acceptable method of explaining Spiritual Power makes one the highest Saint."

"...Killing is not the solution, making the Tang Clan the sacred land is the best revenge..."

Interrupted and faint, each sentence from Tang Zhi sounded hoarse and dry, as if exhausting his life force. After finishing, he struggled to turn his head to the right, his pale eyes aiming toward Tang Luo.

Though he was blinded, Tang Luo could feel Tang Zhi's worried and hopeful gaze, and he sensed the relief after entrusting his important mission.

It seemed that for this deeply poisoned patriarch of the Tang Clan, his life was far less important than these few sentences.