Chapter 126.1: Hes Not Faking Madness, Hes Truly Mad
Over two thousand peak Mythwalkers and hundreds of Supremes were gathered inside the city.
Qi Yuan sat solemnly atop the wall. His gaze was divine, his voice ethereal, reminiscent of celestial music. When his sermon began, everyone was enchanted. Even the scheming Mi Luo seemed transported between a realm of heaven and hell. Time quietly slipped through their fingers as everyone listened, enraptured.
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Outside the City of No Return, three terrifying auras lurked.
At the forefront was Mi Luo's father, the Great Supreme Mi Kong. He had a strange look on his face. "Even without the aid of the Slate of Fate, this Blood Master's talent is already terrifying."
"The Human-Demon Path is the path of human nature. To truly comprehend the Origin, one must either fully grasp humanity, or be obsessed with a single notion. Hence, to lecture on it requires at least profound worldly wisdom to see through all things. Unfortunately, that also means madness."
Another Great Supreme sighed. "The Blood Master's madness is not faked. Harnessing Human-Demon power could drive someone insane. Even Great Supremes cannot withstand it."
All three were Great Supremes, with Origin Divine Techniques were at the Engraving stage. Of course they'd know about the Human-Demon Path.
This path was wildly chaotic. The deeper one went, the more it affected the mind. Even the strongest of the living, White Supreme and the Supreme One, had never fully reached it.
With the Slate of Fate, the Blood Master could clarify the chaotic Human-Demon Path, letting Mythwalkers directly touch the Origin. He was deeply immersed in the Human-Demon Path, he could go insane at any moment.
Northern Great Supreme Wang Mei proposed, "Let the Blood Master serve as a lesson for us all. One who wields the Slate of Fate must not tangle too deeply. Each of us will hold it for seven years in turn."
They had discussed this plan before.