Chapter 398.2
Ants (2)
The sound of every word made Blood Wing’s face turn pale. In the end, his face was as white as paper, without blood.
He couldn’t help but roar in resentment, “Why can’t I become an immortal? Why can’t I embark on this road to heaven?”
That unknown existence said in a sarcastic tone, “The road to heaven is designed for the son of destiny. What kind of thing are you, to dare to steal the opportunity that belongs to the son of destiny?”
Blood Wing gritted his teeth and said, “Why can’t I become the son of destiny?”
The voice said coldly, “The son of destiny is the true favored child of Heavenly Dao. He has the good fortune of heaven and earth, guards against the decline of the six qi, and travels endlessly. Only those who are recognized by Heavenly Dao can be the son of destiny. You are nothing more than a mere thief. How can an ant compare with the son of destiny? You even want to ascend to heaven and become an immortal? It’s ridiculous!”
The other party’s words were like a sledgehammer hitting Blood Wing’s heart heavily. He looked at the immortal gate in disbelief, and said sadly, “Could it be that only the son of destiny is qualified to step into this immortal gate? Even if we cultivate for ten thousand years, there is no possibility for it?”
The voice said in a contemptuous tone, “You are mere mortals who are as humble as a dog and as small as dust. It is the Heavenly Dao’s kindness to let you cultivate, but you are not satisfied, and you want to become immortals! In the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, you will be an ant all your life. The Heavenly Dao allows you to become an immortal, you have no choice but to become an immortal; The Heavenly Dao doesn’t allow you to become an immortal, so you can only linger on!”
Blood Wing suddenly felt his whole body was ice cold, and his dormancy and persistence for several thousand years seemed like a joke at this moment.