A cliff rising a thousand fathoms—such mountain rock is strong of itself, not hardened by being free of desire.
What desire does mud have? Is it not just kneaded and trampled at will!
Only in the instant before his consciousness was extinguished did Yuan Mengji finally understand this truth.
He still had beautiful dreams of Heavenly Demon nobility and the true inheritance of Yuan Xianting; the shattering of those dreams came in a single moment.
At first he only felt the radiance of divinity shining upon him, then all manner of Divine Power surging.
The ecstasy of power swelling without limit is enough to destroy any resolve.
Yet he still clung to the desire to leave.
He would not take merit, would not accept reward, would not seek treasure; he only wanted to return intact, to cling to his Heavenly Demon grandfather's thigh.
But he simply could not move.
The gap of absolute power cannot be bridged by will.
