"Are you sure?" The voice of the Desolate Ancestor was devoid of any emotion, yet it seemed like the final question.
"I am sure!" Xia Feng smiled, and this time, his smile was especially carefree.
He had been tempted like this once before.
Back then, heading to the Vast Wilderness, the Chaos Martial Ancestor tempted him with the promise of reaching the Supreme Realm, but he did not accept, insisting on reaching the Supreme Realm on his own.
It was a difficult choice.
This time, however, the choice was even harder.
The entanglement of the Ink Blade was a far greater pull than simply stepping into the Supreme, and the benefits were more obvious.
Still, Xia Feng refused.
Looking at Liuyue in his hand, he smiled.
He thought of his own path in seeking the Dao, from weak to strong, Liuyue had always followed him.
They had been through so much together.